Miyuki Sawashiro Voices

Ezra Alden wakes up to a life that should be his—but something is wrong. His memories are fractured, his thoughts tangled with whispers that do not belong to him. Three voices. Three versions of himself. The Lost Soul—cold, calculating, always watching. The Jester—unhinged, unpredictable, reveling in chaos. And Ezra himself, clinging to control as the lines between them blur. But the deeper he searches for the truth, the less he recognizes himself. The past is a puzzle with missing pieces, and the more he tries to put them together, the more the cracks in his mind begin to spread. If the voices are just fragments of him… Then who was he before he shattered?

I was sick, I had delusions and heard voices. Got discharged from the Swedish military. And after I was stable enough to start working again my childhood friend called me to go to Svalbard?...it changed my life forever... What do you mean I died and got reincarnated? I am not human? I am not alone? The voices are back in my next life? Is this the real life? Is this all just a fantasy? Doesn't matter...I have magic in a fantasy world...what more could you ask for...this time things shall be different!

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

Wie groß muss der Reichtum einer Familie sein, die seit fünftausend Jahren vererbt wird? Manchmal weiß man erst dann, wie reich die eigene Familie wirklich ist, wenn man seine Eltern ein wenig unter Druck setzt! Erst nachdem er das fünftausendjährige Vermögen seiner Familie geerbt hatte, erkannte Zhang Menglong, dass die Freude der Reichen so einfach ist. Der Bankpräsident: "Herr Zhang, bitte, ich bitte Sie, Ihr Geld bei unserer Bank anzulegen, und Sie können den Zinssatz bestimmen!" Huaxias oberster Reicher der zweiten Generation: "Gehört Ihrer Familie die ganze Welt oder was?" Der reichste Mensch der Welt: "Ich fühle mich wie ein armer Mann!" Europäisches Königshaus: "Herr Zhang, fehlt Ihnen eine Freundin? Wenn ja, würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, eine zu finden? Wenn nicht, hätten Sie dann noch eine? Was halten Sie von der Prinzessin unseres Landes?" Später fand Zhang Menglong heraus, dass das College, das seine Eltern ihm hinterlassen hatten, das Beeindruckendste war. Dekan zu sein, war sogar noch schöner, als der reichste Mensch der Welt zu sein!

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

Fifteen years ago, Evelyn Carter’s best friend, Lillian Gray, vanished without a trace in their small, insular town. Now a journalist, Evelyn returns under the pretense of writing a feature on the town’s history—but in reality, she’s seeking answers. As she revisits familiar places, she senses something unsettling: objects seem to shift when she’s not looking, shadows stretch unnaturally long, and faint voices whisper from abandoned corners. The deeper she digs, the stronger the eerie sensations become. Are these supernatural remnants of the past, or is her mind unraveling? The town resists her questions, old friends turn cold, and someone—or something—wants her to stop searching. But when she discovers Lillian’s hidden journal detailing a chilling secret, Evelyn realizes the past is far from dead. Someone is still watching. Someone is still silencing those who know too much. And if Evelyn isn’t careful, she may be the next to disappear.

Evelyn Mercer never planned to return to Black Hollow, the eerie town she left behind after her mother’s tragic death. But when whispers start calling her name—soft, insistent voices that invade her dreams and waking hours—she has no choice but to go back. From the moment she arrives, the town feels wrong. The streets are too empty, the people too watchful, and the past lingers like a shadow that refuses to fade. As she checks into the decrepit Black Hollow Inn, the whispers grow stronger. They murmur in the dark, calling her by name, warning her to leave. But something roots her in place—something she can’t explain. When she discovers that her mother is listed among the town’s many missing persons—despite the official story of her death—Evelyn realizes that Black Hollow is hiding secrets far darker than she ever imagined. People have been vanishing for decades, taken by something unseen, something that whispers in the night. As Evelyn digs deeper, she finds herself entangled in a mystery that defies reason. The whispers are not just voices—they are entities, bound to the town, watching, waiting. And they have chosen her. With time running out and the boundary between the living and the lost growing thin, Evelyn must uncover the truth before she, too, becomes nothing more than another name whispered in the dark.

Quão imensa deve ser a riqueza de uma família que foi passada por cinco mil anos? Às vezes, você nunca saberá o quão rica sua família realmente é até pressionar um pouco os seus pais! Só depois de herdar a fortuna de cinco mil anos de sua família é que Zhang Menglong percebeu que a alegria dos ricos é tão simples. Presidente do banco: "Sr. Zhang, por favor, imploro que deposite seu dinheiro em nosso banco, e você pode definir a taxa de juros!" Herdeiro mais rico da segunda geração de Huaxia: "O mundo todo pertence à sua família ou o quê?" Pessoa mais rica do mundo: "Eu me sinto como um homem pobre!" Família Real Europeia: "Sr. Zhang, você está precisando de uma namorada? Se sim, importaria-se de encontrar uma? Se não, se incomodaria de ter mais uma? O que você acha da princesa do nosso país?" Mais tarde, Zhang Menglong descobriu que a faculdade que seus pais deixaram para ele foi a coisa mais impressionante. Na verdade, ser reitor acabou sendo ainda mais agradável do que ser a pessoa mais rica do mundo!

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?" An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar. I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal. Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

When reality becomes a suffocating cage, and hope for escape fades away… the answer may lie in another world, a world beyond human laws." "Razane… a girl weary of her life, searching for an escape from her harsh reality. On a mysterious night, she finds herself in an unknown forest, where the trees whisper eerie voices, and the darkness conceals lurking monsters. Just when she believes her end is near, a mysterious storm changes everything… But was it merely a coincidence? Or is there a greater secret awaiting her?" ✨ Horror, mystery, adventure, and a world beyond imagination! ⚡ Follow the story to uncover the truth… Will Razane survive? Or was escape only the beginning of a new nightmare?"

Just the musings of someone with too much time to think. This is not a novel, just a place where I will put random writings. I will not update regularly, just whenever I feel like it.

Shades of the Unseen is a story about the ones left behind. In every grand tale, some figures exist only in passing-side characters in someone else's narrative, their lives reduced to brief mentions and fleeting appearances. But what happens when the curtain shifts and the spotlight turns to them? This is a novel about those who were once overlooked. The ones who stood on the edges, whose voices were drowned out by larger stories, whose struggles, victories, and quiet moments never had the chance to be seen. Through intertwining lives, fractured pasts, and uncertain futures, Shades of the Unseen brings their stories to light. Some seek closure, others redemption, and some simply wish to be acknowledged. But in a world that moves forward too fast, do the forgotten still have a place? A novel about remembrance, about voices long unheard, and the weight of being unseen.

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

Magnus Caffeine wasn’t always the Demon King. One day, he just woke up in a dark, gothic castle, surrounded by kneeling demons, with a cup of suspiciously bitter tea in his hand. Apparently, he’s in another world now—one with dragons, magic, and absolute chaos. But honestly? He’s not interested in world domination. He just wants to chill. Unfortunately, being an all-powerful Demon King comes with responsibilities, annoying subordinates, and heroic idiots who won’t leave him alone. Between dodging war declarations and dealing with demons who expect him to be some ruthless tyrant, Magnus has one simple goal: Drinking tea and lazing around. But with old memories creeping in, mysterious voices in his head, and an entire world expecting him to be either their savior or destroyer… will he really get to enjoy his coffee break?

As the doctor left, Sucy lay back in bed, feeling overwhelmed. Yoongi broke the silence, his voice low. "So, we're going to have our child." The silence that followed was deafening, and Yoongi asked, "Why are you not saying anything?" Sucy finally spoke, her voice shaking. "You don't want to be with me, or you don't want us to create a family?" Yoongi's face turned hard, and he asked again, "Wait, you don't want a child?" Sucy's response was immediate, her voice firm. "I don't want a child. All I want is to be with you for now. My mom would kill me; she wants me to get married and have kids, not sleep with my boss and get pregnant." She cried bitterly, her words pouring out in a rush. "I was sent on a blind date, but you turned me down, even though I didn't like you. I had to work for you to make you pay for what you did to me before, but then I ended up falling for you." Yoongi's face turned cold, his voice hard. "Wait, you don't like me? So, you used me? I didn't turn anyone down. You were the first girl I ever liked. So, you're going to abort the child?" Sucy's tears fell in a rush as she spoke, her voice shaking. "I liked you, but I had to abort whatever is in my belly right now." Yoongi's expression turned menacing, his voice low and threatening. "You know what? I hate you now. You're not killing my baby. I don't care what you do after you give birth to my child; you could do anything with your life. I will send the doctor to check on you every day, and some of my guards. If I ever find out you abort the child, I will kill you." As Yoongi walked out of the room, Sucy cried, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry." She rubbed her tummy, her tears falling in a rush. "I'm sorry for all this, baby. I am sorry for not allowing you see your father and your mother. I am sorry again for allowing you to hear your parent argue about you for knowing about you for the first time .i am sorry love"she weeps bitterly

an emotional journey of self-discovery. As she delves into her memories and voices from the past, Ana explores the impact of love and loss on her life. The story alternates between moments of their relationship, moments of loneliness and the search for new connections. Through evocative landscapes and endearing characters, the novel delves into the resilience of the human spirit and the possibility of healing. In her search, Ana learns that each echo of her broken heart can be transformed into a new opportunity to love and be reborn.

"Long ago, the Cursed Supreme , Zorthaal was sealed away, his soul bound to a newborn child—Layron. He was meant to die, but a warrior saved him. Years later, weak and ridiculed, Layron longs for strength. That’s when he hears the voice—a whisper of power and revenge. Zorthaal has been waiting, and with every desperate wish, the seal weakens. Now, hunted by the Protectors and manipulated by the darkness within, Layron faces a choice: resist the voice or become the monster fate intended. Because once the seal breaks—Zorthaal will return.

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

A life once his, a present, a future but now an never ending hell. Blood upon his finger from a person practically once part of his soul and yet that part was now forever out of reach. Purple came alive around him, caging him in but it was too late. The one the newcomer came to save was long dead and his hands did it! He did not know why or how, there was just no room in his head. The voices made sure of that, a tool just for their disposal. But how could he just...kill a part of him...it didn't make sense. If he was earlier...born...transmigrated...he could help himself..set it up....and most importantly they would all live. His family that wouldn't be his anymore, the part of his soul belonging to someone else. A someone else he did not now anymore. The newcomer raged in sadness, tears reflected on both their faces at the body between them. And as the newcomer grew in his real, astounding voice his own magic swirled and brought forth a better beginning. ----- His head hurt, visions, voices, people he did not know swam inside. A future, a possibility. Louder, stronger their voices wishing to be heard, his own voice mixed inside them! ''You want what everyone wants. A love that consumes you, passion, adventure and maybe even the thrill of danger in your veins." "I couldn't feel the pain. I was blinded by my faith for you." "No blood that I can't see, the shadows I foresee." "There's nothing I can do if you hate me all the way. But I promise I'll be there when you need me all the same." "What a person you must be If you believe in the one thing I cannot see." "There is nothing you can do. The darkness a part of me for the rest of eternity." Shadows sprung forward, unrecognisable, as each spoke words defining something. Wether it was themselves or a moment he did not know. However they all circled around the person in the middle, the only one that said nothing. He could only wait and wait he did. Vision circling and circling before long the figure grew smaller and smaller. Tall male was replaced was replaced with a small, calm baby, upon coming closer the baby smiled. His eyes a gorgeous blue but that was not the main reason for his stagger. Fangs, vampire fangs. A baby was to be born to a vampire couple that now appeared, stomach clearly visible. He awoke, thoughts swirling but one things was for sure this would be a new beginning for the world. Wether it be for the better or worse! _________________________________________________ This is completely mine. Everything is what I tought long and hard over. And especially used imaginition for. All characters are mine and so is the storyline. The cover isn't mine. If the owner wishes for me to remove it please contact me.

Lucas transmigrated to a parallel world and found himself participating in a talent show called "THE IDOL VOICE". But here's the problem he's tone deaf . All the audience and judges thought that lucas would perform miserably ,even he himself thought so until he heard a cold mechanical voice in his head [DING!!! system binding 10%....] he couldn't hold his exitment! Pfft, hahaha, I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold back my laughter. It's my first time performing.

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."

On his first day as a university professor, Tariq Mathis plans to lead a Myth Studies class. But when a mysterious voice interrupts his lecture, the world shifts. The voice announces the start of the 4th God War, where ancient gods will battle for dominance, and humanity will undergo painful transformations, choosing sides in the conflict.

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.