Who Sleeps My Bro

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ]

A high school student who believes that reality is merely an illusion begins to witness strange and unexpected events as the school year starts. At first, he assumes these occurrences are just tricks of his own mind, but over time, he starts to realize that there is a deeper and more mysterious truth behind them. While the people around him seem lost in the mundanity of everyday life, he is keenly aware that something is not quite right.

BLURB: After finding out his mate is a rogue, Alpha Asher Black shatters her heart by rejecting her. To strike back, Nadia Simpson did something extremely crazy, an abomination in the pack –She goes after her mate's elder brother. Not just any brother but the rightful alpha of the pack who got banished for an unknown reason years back. It was supposed to be a sweet harmless revenge to make her mate jealous but things get out of control when the reason for Max Black banishment is revealed to be bigger than anyone can swallow. Would she survive the hole she willingly dug for herself or would the hole be too big to crawl out of?

Modern dating is already a minefield, but nothing could have prepared Ellie for falling into a twisted love triangle with a ghost. When her seemingly perfect boyfriend, Ben, starts mumbling secrets to thin air and even forgets their anniversary, Ellie knows something is horribly off. Her worst fears come crashing down when she discovers that Victoria—Ben’s dashing, dead ex—is back from the grave, haunting him with a toxic mix of unresolved passion and vengeful unfinished business. Determined not to lose the man she loves, Ellie embarks on a wild, chaotic journey to outwit this lovesick specter. As she digs deeper into Victoria’s murky past, Ellie uncovers a shocking truth: the ghost’s jealousy is only part of the nightmare. Victoria isn’t just stalking Ben—she’s trapped in an eternal limbo, doomed to suffer unless someone frees her from her own bitter chains. And now, Ellie must face the impossible challenge of saving not just her relationship, but a tortured soul from beyond the grave. In this surreal battle where romance collides with the supernatural and dark humor, Ellie is forced to ask the unthinkable: Can love really transcend death, or is she doomed to become nothing more than an awkward, unwitting third wheel in a paranormal romance that defies all natural laws?

Expanding the synopsis to 2,000 words would turn it into a detailed introduction or prologue rather than just a summary. Below is a refined and extended version that gives more depth to the story while keeping it engaging and immersive. --- Who is Greater? A Story of Faith, Money, and Sacrifice Prologue: The Silent Question It was a cold night. The kind that seeps through your clothes and wraps itself around your bones. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of stars glimmering like scattered diamonds. The moon, pale and unwavering, stood still in its place, indifferent to the world below. I sat in my courtyard, nestled in an old rocking chair, gazing at the vastness above. The silence of the night was comforting, almost deceptive, making me forget the burdens I carried. If only life could be this peaceful. But peace is a luxury. For a long time, I had believed in the goodness of life. I had worked hard, built a home, and raised my family with love and devotion. My daughter was growing into a bright young girl, and my son—my little boy—was the light of our lives. But life is unpredictable. One moment, you are standing firm, and the next, you are swept away by a storm you never saw coming. That storm came for me when my son fell ill. Chapter 1: A Father's Burden The next morning, I left for work. The streets were waking up, people rushing to their destinations, unaware of the battle I was fighting inside. An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand to stop it. It sped past without hesitation. I sighed and continued walking. The cold air wrapped around me, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to worry about. As I walked, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend. "Hello! Where have you been all these years?" I asked, the joy in my voice surprising even me. We exchanged warm greetings, our handshake firm and full of unspoken memories. But no matter how much we smiled, I couldn’t ignore the weight in my chest. "How is your family?" he asked, his tone soft. I hesitated. "My daughter is fine… but my son is unwell. He has been admitted to the hospital." His face darkened with concern. "That sounds serious. What will you do?" I sighed deeply. "I don’t have the money to continue his treatment. Can you help me?" For a moment, he said nothing. I could see the battle in his mind—the guilt of wanting to help but being unable to. Finally, he nodded. "I’ll try." Chapter 2: The Hospital Walls We rushed to the hospital. The halls smelled of antiseptic and quiet desperation. My mother stood near the doctor, worry lines deep on her face. "Doctor, what’s the situation?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor looked at me with practiced detachment. "Your son needs surgery immediately. You must deposit ₹2 lakh as soon as possible." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ₹2 lakh. It might as well have been ₹2 million. "I… I don’t have that kind of money," I admitted. The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. "Without payment, we cannot proceed." A suffocating silence followed. My friend placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. "We’ll find a way," he said. And so, we ran. We made countless calls, begged for help, knocked on doors. Some helped, others didn’t. Piece by piece, we collected the amount. By evening, we had ₹2 lakh. The surgery was scheduled. But this was only the beginning. Chapter 3: A Temporary Relief The hours passed like years. When the doctors finally emerged, my heart nearly stopped. "The surgery was successful," they said. Relief washed over me like a wave. My son was safe. For now. But reality wasn’t done with me yet. The next day, the doctor called me aside. "You will have to stay here for a few more days." Days turned into weeks. The bills stacked higher. My savings had already vanished, and each passing moment brought a new demand. One evening, the doctors sat me down. Their faces were unreadable. "There are additional complications," one of them said. "Your son needs

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

“Where The Gods Sleeps” is a collection of short stories taking place in different time periods influenced by Gods, Kings, Muti, Muti Users,Legendary Figures/Heroes, And the events they shape throughout history.

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

I thought nothing of my past until me and my mother abruptly began moving into a completely different state. I can't believe it all was a lie. Sometimes you have to take someone else's job and do it for them.

"Not here, weakling! We're going to meet at the stream close to the pack's border in an hour, then you can show me what you got." He informed her. "Fine, challenge accepted! But if I defeat you, you're going to stop bullying me and leave me be!" Aurora gritted out. "Sure." He replied her. "The hatred I have for you will stop when you're no more. Over there, nobody will come to your rescue and I can finally tear you apart. Nobody disrespects Dante and go scot free!" Dante thought inwardly as he walked away. Aurora's life was supposed to be perfect as she was of a noble birth but unfortunately, it was nowhere near perfection. Her father was the beta, the second in command to the Alpha of their pack and her mother was one of the pack's strong warriors. As she was the first daughter, she was treated like a flower, sheltered from harm, sadness, disturbance and trouble, and was only exposed to pure joy, pure love, happiness and everything beautiful while growing up but her life wasn't full of roses, as she grew older! Growing up, she had believed she would be normal like every other werewolf in her pack and the entire werewolf community, but alas, she was strangely different. She was the only werewolf in her pack that had no wolf, an inner animal, thus she was treated like an outcast. While other werewolves got their wolves on their sixteenth birthdays, hers refused to show up. Not even when she turned eighteen. Not even when she met her mate!!!

In the peaceful realm of Heaven, a celestial meeting is held to discuss the arrival of a rare, pure-hearted baby blessed with extraordinary powers. This child, unlike any other, has endured a cruel past, and the task of finding the perfect parents for such a precious soul is of utmost importance. God, the guiding force of Heaven, has already chosen a mother for the child but is uncertain about the father, as the baby shares a mysterious connection with a young girl whose mind remains unreadable to God. The girl chosen to be the baby's mother lives a complicated life, surrounded by a group of diverse men who each play a significant role in her life. Among them are a caring doctor, a charming actor, her best friend who has always stood by her side, a bully whose actions leave a mark on her heart, a mysterious thief, and a man she secretly has a crush on. Each of these men possesses qualities that make them significant to her, but none truly know the depths of the bond she shares with the celestial child. As the celestial beings debate the best course of action, God reveals that the baby will have the power to choose their father, a decision that will determine not only their future but also uncover the truth behind the girl’s uniqueness. Despite the baby’s playful innocence, God is deeply aware of the potential dangers the child faces from those who may wish to exploit its powers. As the baby eagerly awaits the arrival of its mother, they are told that they must first choose their father—a shocking revelation that leaves the child in disbelief. With the fate of the baby’s life in their hands, both the baby and those who guide them must navigate a path filled with uncertainty, trust, and the discovery of profound connections between the baby, the girl, and the men in her life.

Ding! — SSS-Rank Talent Awakened! ❰ World Digitalization (SSS) ❱ ➤ Scan & Convert: Instantly scans an area, dungeon, or portal up to 100,000 square meters, transforming it into a fully interactive virtual world stored within the host’s mind. (Usable once per day) ◆ Skills Unlocked: ➤ Virtual World Access: Host can enter the digital world at will — train, battle, and explore. ➤ Time Slow: Time flows 10 times slower. ➤ Death Override: Upon death in the virtual world, host can respawn endlessly. All injuries, pain, and deaths suffered inside leave no effect on the host’s real body. ➤ Resource Synchronization: Loot, rewards, and knowledge gained within the digital world can be brought back into the real world. —————————————— The galaxy descended into chaos following the descent of void portals and its invading creatures. Starved and hungry for human blood, they wiped out almost 90% of humans. During the war Alerian, the leader of the Nine Great Primarchs , fought hard for humanity, finally wiping out the last Darkgod that had infiltrated Earth. However, it almost cost him his life. At his weakest; instead of the praise, he was met with betrayal by the other Three living Primarchs including his most beloved. As a last ruse, Alerian activated his final contingency plan, a full neural upload protocol that transferred his consciousness into a specialized quantum chip, even as his physical body was destroyed by those he had trusted most. After five centuries, civilization was then rebuilt. Various Megacities and metropolis exist and human civilization was even more glorious and prosperous than it ever was. Alerian awakened five centuries later. Instead of vengeance, Alerian only wanted to live his life in peace. However, life often has its own plan. ——————————————

Lost in loneliness and regret, Steve finds solace in sleep. But this time, a young star falls into his dream, bringing warmth and light.

Your typical isekai

Have you ever been forced to work with someone who makes your skin crawl? That one person who chews too loudly, breathes too close, or just exists in a way that irritates your soul? Congratulations—you’re about to learn the fine art of not losing your mind while dealing with them. Sleeping with the Enemy: The Awkward Art of Working with People You Can’t Stand is a hilarious, painfully relatable guide to turning conflict into collaboration (without throwing a chair). Through real-life stories, unexpected humor, and moments of pure chaos, this book walks you through the rollercoaster of engaging with your so-called "enemy"—whether it's a coworker, classmate, or that one neighbor who always parks in your spot. From awkward first interactions to shocking moments of teamwork, you’ll discover how even the most unbearable partnerships can lead to surprising (and sometimes hilarious) results. Because, like it or not, life doesn’t always let you choose your allies—but it does give you the chance to turn enemies into the best teammates you never saw coming. Perfect for anyone who has ever sighed deeply before a meeting, debated sending that passive-aggressive email, or wondered if faking an illness was an acceptable escape plan.

Newly promoted Agent Alenna Mondreal has spent years chasing criminals, but her latest mission is unlike any other. Tasked with dismantling an underground drug empire, she is given a new priority—hunt down Valen Grey, a dangerous and elusive man with ties to the most powerful crime syndicates. But Valen isn’t just another target. Charming, calculating, and always one step ahead, he isn’t the ruthless criminal she expected. As their paths collide in a high-stakes game of pursuit and deception, Alenna finds herself torn between duty and desire. The deeper she digs into his world, the more she questions her own. Is Valen truly the villain she was sent to capture, or is there something far more sinister lurking in the shadows? Caught between justice and forbidden temptation, Alenna must make an impossible choice: follow the law she swore to uphold—or surrender to the man she was meant to take down.

The Ashwood Hotel is no ordinary abandoned place. It is a living tomb. In 1930, a mysterious fire claimed the lives of 23 people within its opulent halls—including a girl whose body was never found. Since then, the walls have whispered with silenced screams, ash rains from the ceiling, and anyone who enters the hotel becomes part of its eerie legend. When four young urban explorers venture into the decaying building, they have no idea that they are not only facing ghosts but the hotel itself. Sven, the anxious one with a knack for seeing the invisible. Natalia, the diva who feels her facade of sarcasm and lipstick beginning to crack. Jacob, the tough guy whose cool demeanor dissolves into smoke. And Lucas, the idealist who realizes too late that some spirits don’t want to be photographed. But the Ashwood is hungry. Its corridors shift, its victims return as shadows, and the stench of smoke becomes a choking reality. When the group realizes they haven’t ended up here by chance—that the hotel has called them—a race against an unrelenting past begins. But how do you fight walls that breathe? And what happens when the spirit hunting you... is your own reflection?

from childhood I was taught to be truthful, honest Loving etc etc ......but why suddenly when I started growing up it all became just showing up.. everything..we were not too rich even ..I mean to show off in society.still just because I was a girl I need to sit eat, laugh, walk sleep cloth, everything had to be particular..I was honest to myself and natural. it's unfortunate or Fortunate I don't know buty mother never had time or will even to train me according to society Norms. I was always close to my father only as a child..and he used to talk philosophy usually which I now realise was just bookish because I never saw him being that humble as he taught me. than so many things happened during my adolescent age and youth now I feel who i am? though I have already found my answer this story is all about finding myself..how I experienced life.. how I experienced changing faces of relationships ..every moment of those years which helped me finding myself.. in these years I loved someone special too much to the extent of loosing my own life..I became a slave to him.but that that relationship helped me a lot too... love beautiful feeling of the world. please welcome to the world of ocean , my name is Ocean..this is my story ...

A synopsis? at this time? Naw I don't think so. Note: Comment any plot hole you find. Also give it till chapter 7 before you can 'quit' or 'drop' this 'story'. Edit: I wonder how much i can up scale this mess.

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Elara is drawn into a web of intrigue and danger when she begins experiencing strange visions and powers she cannot control. At night, rumors spread of a mysterious woman who stalks the city, and as people begin to die under unusual circumstances, suspicion falls on Elara. She must uncover the truth about her past before her enemies can destroy her—or before she destroys herself.

A vicious loan shark who got killed by her cheating fiancé needs to use her experience and knowledge to survive highschool after waking up in her teenage body with a different version of her life.

A nameless girl wakes up to find herself in a body that isn't hers, surrounded by strangers who claim she's been in a year-long coma. Death has given her a new life, but what really happened before?

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling