Grin Po Polsku

Limang taon na ang nakalipas, matapos ang isang aksidente sa kotse, si Ye Fan ay bumagsak mula sa isang mahiwagang henyo tungo sa isang "hangal"! Limang taon ang lumipas, sa parehong araw, ang kanyang pitong nakatatandang kapatid at tatlong tiyuhin ay namatay sa larangan ng digmaan, isang pamilya ng sampung tapat na martir! Sa burol, kinansela ng kasintahan ni Ye Fan ang kanilang kasunduan. Ang nakamamanghang hipag ay nagdeklara sa mismong lugar, "Kung ayaw mo siyang pakasalan, ako na lang! Ako ay handang ipagpatuloy ang lahi ng Pamilyang Ye..." Nakaramdam ng pagkabalisa si Ye Fan, "Sister-in-law, huwag po. Hindi na talaga ako hangal!"

The screen flickers. The camera turns on. A young hooded man sat on his desk. dim LED lights casting eerie shadows across the room. The man leans in, adjusting the mic with a familiar grin. " hi everyone, Kia here, if you are new to this channel, i explore the darkest corners of the human experience" " real people, real stories, we will be diving into the chilling accounts of people who have survived paranormal encounters or....at least, left a message...." " Haunted houses, disappearance, death- Kia shall tell them all" " oh, and before we start, let me tell you, you may think they sound unrealistic but if you think carefully, " the story is very human"

Before the gods, before the first flames of creation, before even the concept of form or thought—there was only The Void. Silent. Infinite. Unshaped. And yet, within this boundless abyss, something stirred. From the nothingness, three forces emerged, like threads weaving together the first fabric of existence. These were not gods, nor were they beings of thought—they were essences, fundamental truths of reality itself. Each one distinct, yet inseparably bound to the others, ensuring that creation could ever take root. The Continuum of Space—The foundation upon which all things are built. Without it, nothing could exist in form or structure. It is the skeleton of reality, defining boundaries, distances, and the vastness of the cosmos. It separates matter from void, the heavens from the abyss, and ensures that existence is not a singular, undivided mass. The Flow of Time—The great river that moves all things forward. Without it, existence would be an eternal, stagnant moment, neither past nor future, only an endless Now. It is the force that dictates growth, decay, and the very concept of change. The Essence of Emotion—The spark that gave purpose to creation. Where Space gave form and Time gave movement, Emotion gave meaning. It is the will of existence itself, the force that fuels ambition, hope, despair, and desire. Without it, creation would have no direction, no dreams, no soul. These three primal forces intertwined like the threads of an infinite loom, shaping reality from nothingness. Their collision did not simply create a single world—it birthed the Multiverse, an infinite sea of realms, each one a unique reflection of the interplay between these cosmic truths. Where Space stretched, galaxies bloomed. Where Time flowed, stars ignited, burned, and faded. Where Emotion stirred, life took root, seeking purpose in the infinite. Percy Atlas Magus, was admitted to a prestigious university frequented by heirs of powerful Chaebol families. A devastating accident soon followed, tearing apart the Magus family. Percy survived only to awaken in a strangely altered reality—one where his beloved twin sister Camilia, became unrecognizably distant, and the sudden introduction of someone he didn't realize was family. Now, Percy must navigate this perplexing new reality, guided by an enigmatic floating screen {Infinite Omega System.} With his path intertwined with cosmic forces and familial bonds strained by fate itself, Percy’s journey becomes one of survival, reconciliation, and the pursuit of hidden truths. Join him as he battles the challenges of his altered life, unlocking the secrets of the universe and the powerful legacy that awaits him and his sisters—the foretold awakening of the Triquetra, the legendary Power of Three

Com a maré crescente de energia a vapor e maquinaria, quem pode se aproximar de ser um Beyonder? Envolto na névoa da história e escuridão, quem ou o que é o mal oculto que murmura em nossos ouvidos? Ao acordar e se deparar com uma série de mistérios, Zhou Mingrui se vê reencarnado como Klein Moretti em um mundo alternativo da era vitoriana, onde ele vê um mundo cheio de maquinaria, canhões, encouraçados, aeronaves, máquinas diferenciais, além de Poções, Adivinhação, Feitiços, Cartas de Tarô, Artefatos Selados... A Luz continua a brilhar, mas o mistério nunca ficou longe. Siga Klein enquanto ele se encontra envolvido com as Igrejas do mundo—tanto ortodoxas quanto heterodoxas—enquanto ele desenvolve lentamente novos poderes graças às poções Beyonder. Como a carta de tarô correspondente, O Tolo, que é numerada 0—um número de potencial ilimitado—esta é a lenda de "O Tolo."

Kirata llevaba una existencia apacible, como quien camina sin prisa por un sendero conocido, en un mundo que parecía tan común como el aire que respira. Sin embargo, un día, sin previo aviso, algo dentro de él, dormido y latente, despertó con violencia, alterando su realidad para siempre. De un momento a otro, su vida dejó de ser un refugio de calma y se convirtió en una lucha constante por sobrevivir, donde cada paso lo empujaba hacia un destino incierto, al borde de lo desconocido. Aquella realidad que antaño parecía segura y familiar comenzó a desmoronarse como un paisaje visto a través de un espejo roto, revelando un mundo hostil, lleno de sombras y peligros invisibles. Kirata, enfrentado a decisiones que desafiaban la esencia misma de su ser, debía decidir si aferrarse a sus principios o sacrificarlos en pos de salvar a los que amaba, aunque ello significara perder una parte de sí mismo en el proceso. En medio de ese caos desbordante, el amor, como un rayo inesperado, surgió entre las grietas de su alma, complicando mas su batalla interna. Kirata comprendió que sobrevivir era solo el preludio de una guerra mucho más grande y devastadora, una que amenazaba con consumirlo todo.

For eons, the world had endured 6 different resets—known as 'Calamities'. Each calamity introduced a completely new power system while eradicating the previous one as if it never existed in the first place. ***** In the modern world, a virtual reality game — 'The Seven Calamities' took over the world with its release. With its intricate and complex worlds that followed a variety of power systems, became a common ground for the whole world. Kai Evernox was a 17-year-old orphan who struggled to make his living through the ways of Scavenger in the game. He, just like any other player, awaited the next and the final update of the game—The Seventh Calamity. Just a night before the update, a mysterious old man who claimed to be the creator of the game called in a press conference. "All that you thought as a mere fantasy, all of it was true. The Seventh Calamity will be the End. And the only one who can stop it from happening is you, my friend." With that said, the old man perished away into particles of light, leaving the world stunned as system windows popped up in front of all human lives. The world fell into havoc, while a grin crept onto Kai's face as his memories returned. Now the question begs to be answered... Which path will the Primordial Villain—The Survivor Of 6 Worlds—choose? *** it's not a VRMMO or Litrpg story. just that the start of it somewhat resonates with those genres. *** Discord => https://discord.gg/mGW9hveJBj

They stole his future. Now, he’s rewriting reality. Ryan was at the top—champion of the world’s biggest VRMMO, but one wish changed everything. “I wish I could start over.” The Orb of Wishes granted it. Literally. Time snapped backward. The world unraveled. And Ryan woke up years in the past, holding his younger sisters close in a rotting apartment, broke and desperate. This time, he’s not starting from scratch. He remembers it all. Every hidden boss. Every bugged quest. Every game-breaking secret. While the world waits for the launch of Kingdom Forge, Ryan prepares to tear through it like a storm. But when he logs in, something glitches. His old character is locked. His class is reset. His power? Supposedly gone. Then the system flashes something strange: [Access Granted: Legacy Bank Synced] [Warning: You were never meant to exist.] Ryan grins. He doesn’t need a strong class. He doesn’t need fair odds. He has what nobody else does—endgame knowledge in a beginner’s world, and an account holding gear, gold, and exploits that broke the game once before. He’s done being a pawn. This time, he’ll become the glitch the system can’t contain.

She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

"The volleyball hasn't landed yet, and the game hasn't ended yet!" A height that overlooks all living things, a speed as fast as the wind, a force as powerful as thunder, a strong psychological quality, and a ball IQ that controls the overall situation. I have all of these, so I should be the champion! —— Ushijima Wakari, Kiryu Hachi, Sakusaya Seiomi, Koutarou Koutarou... These national-level aces all regard the same person as the strongest enemy. Oikawa Toru, Miya Yu, Kageyama Tobio, Izuna Palm, Kozume Grin... These most unique setters all have a great interest in the same person. Kaedehara Taichi, starting from Aoba Johsai, became the world's strongest ace. —————————————— Warning!!!: This is pure ChatGPT. I stumbled upon this novel in a Chinese website and I’m pretty sure there are a few other translations here. Props to them cause they actually put some thought in the translations compared to this ai slob. I’m only here for the audio thingy cause reading just ain’t my thing. —–— OG AUTHER: 折一文 OG TITLE: 排球少年：冠军征途

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike. -------------------------------------------- I would be lying saying that I cared...

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

꧁༺ £¥$ ༻꧂ "Yes, I've struck gold!" Richard, a middle-aged World Bank analyst turned hobo, encounters a genie—an ancient myth in the modern world. Fallen from glory, he wishes for wealth. Long past his prime, he wishes to regress in time; To the peak of his youth To be armed with knowledge of the future. Cunning, he even wishes the genie free, hoping to gain its favor. Yet the genie grins maniacally as it grants his wish. "F*ck, I've been tricked," he snarls, knuckles bleeding as he realizes where he is. Mundus—a parallel world to Earth, where countless dimensional gates bring both danger and opportunity. A modern-fantasy hybrid world where "Raiders" awaken supernatural abilities to combat threats from these gates. In a world where power outweighs wealth, Richard is rich... but powerless. Endowed with riches as vast as a nation's treasury, he forges his own path—buying what should have been impossible: the power of an Awakened. Here, his wealth becomes his magic as he awakens a unique class: Moneymancer. It seems he has everything figured out. His boundless fortune is enough to challenge fate itself. Yet the genie still grins—an eerie glint in his eyes—as he watches the pawn move across a universal chessboard…

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

“Luck is a weapon. Probability is the battlefield. And the blade? The blade cuts through both.” Felix always wins. Dice land on six. Coins flip to his call. Even the wind fights for him. Felix must ask: Is he defying fate—or playing right into its hands? Good? Bad? Felix just grins and flips another coin. P(h) = 1 - [(h / 9999)^2] × 0.5 This gives: P(1) ≈ 0.99995 (near perfect) P(1000) ≈ 0.99 P(3000) ≈ 0.95 P(5000) ≈ 0.875 P(7500) ≈ 0.6875 P(9999) ≈ 0.5 Resets .......

ln the Higher Realm. {Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed. {Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it. {Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen! ___On Earth. [System Integration... 1% A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system! minute later.... [System integration... 85%...] [System integration... 99%...] [Integration complete!] It ran one last time... "Did I succeed?" And so the journey started. ____ https://discord.gg/yw9fR6a6

After a few moment we were in the main building of Reaper corporation and I was coincidentally standing in front of his office. My heart was beating fast and I was having cold sweat. The nervous feeling arose every second that past. My chest was burning. Even though many things were certainly new to me and was not familiar I pushed his door to office. "Pardon me." I said His brown deep yet light eyes gazed upon me. My body froze. It was like time has stopped. He is hot... Hotter in these half open shirt and a just little longer than shorts pants rather than in his suite. Our eyes were locked and the tension was filling the air. We had nothing to say. **** Lia Roseberry the one of the female CEO's who doesn't have a husband even if she is in her 20's well, let's say she doesn't want a husband. That day when the file along with the sum of money that she would get from the deal with the CEO of Reaper company landed on her desk she couldn't help but grin. Of course the money is hers. But the deal? She have to convince the coldest hot guy in the world of rich, Noah Reaper. But who was knowing that the hot and rude man she was negotiating with has a special eye for her.

A mysterious pill is turning mortals into cultivators… and killing them in the process. Xuan Tian is the Celestial Realm’s coldest, most lethal weapon—born to serve, trained to kill, and loyal to a god who forged him into the perfect blade. He doesn’t question. He doesn’t waver. He just obeys. Ling Yu is a powerless mortal girl who talks too much, thinks too little, and just tried to scam her way into immortality. She has no plan, no cultivation, and no idea what she’s about to walk into. When fate (and poor life choices) shove them into each other’s path, they uncover a conspiracy that could destroy all three realms. He wants order. She brings chaos. He follows duty. She dives headfirst into danger with a grin. And together? They’re about to start a war no one saw coming—if they don’t strangle each other first. His Little Chaos, Her Iron Wall is a slow-burn cultivation fantasy full of tension, secrets, sword fights, and one girl who refuses to stay in her lane.

Chibi Pride: “Look him in the eye, keep your voice steady, and if you need a moment to gather your thoughts, don’t say umm, hold your breath.” Chibi Sloth: “Think… of all the time… we could save…” Chibi Gluttony: “Moderation doesn’t mean abstinences.” Chibi Lust: “Nothing is sexier than a man who brings exotic trophies back from his hunt.” Chibi Wrath: “It’s not even that big a deal, it’s one freaking box man.” Chibi Envy: “Come on Greed, if we don’t get it now, we’ll keep thinking about it, then next time a craving hits, we’ll just want more. Probably something more expensive, or more of it.” Chibi Greed: “It’s. Not. On. The. List.” Max watched the seven tiny forms of the great and powerful seven deadly sins argue… over a box of Lucky Charms. He steadied his shoulders and met the tiny Greed’s eyes blocking the box he’d reached for, “I’ve worked two double shifts this week, yes it’s outside of budget, and not on the list, but...” He took a moment as Chibi Pride nodded encouragingly. “Twice this week I left work so late I was too tired to make anything. Yes, it’s cheaper, yes, it’s healthier, but I need something I can grab on the go, or stuff my face in under ten minutes. I’ll ride my bike to work to cut back bus fares.” Greed glared at his companions, “We’re supposed to work together.” Pride grinned showing all his teeth, “We are.” The other five all grinned at Greed playfully. “I am getting a box of Lucky Charms Greed.” Max didn’t let his voice waver under Greed’s increasingly irate scowl. After a small hesitation, he reached for the box next to Greed, and put it in his cart. When Pride patted his ear he let out the breath he’d been holding as a wide smile spread over his face. Hell yeah! I finally did it! After three months, they, no he, managed to stand his ground. Ryan, the security guard, watched the young man… talk to a box of cereal. All the fucking crazies around here, he hated it when they started talking to themselves. Never knew when one would get violent… at least this kid was a regular… always talking to fruits, vegetables, sometimes the occasional discounted meat. He leaned his head to his walkie talkie, “It’s our fruit negotiator, apparently the cereal isn’t keen on going home with him today. Tell Karen she can relax.” Ruby listened to the chatter as she gave her best customer service smile to their very own special Karen. She’d refused to pay for her four hundred dollars’ worth of groceries until someone verified the crazy guy she’d spotted had been spoken to. Her two crotch goblins still screaming hysterically in the father’s cart… they had to be at least eight years old already… God how much longer was her shift? Ruby checked her phone… seven hours… and twenty-three more minutes… not including her lunch.

I killed the protagonist. Yeah. He was a real son of a bitch. Noah didn’t just stumble into this mess. He walked straight in—grinning, sword in hand. One day, he wakes up inside his favorite game… as a throwaway side character no one remembers. A complete nobody. But when he figures out who the so-called “main character” is? Some smug, self-righteous psycho. So yeah—he killed him. No regrets. Story over, right? Not exactly. Because this world? It’s got one more player. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Now the story’s off the rails, the world’s gone completely off-script, and Noah’s got a new goal: Steal the hero’s spot. Rewrite the plot. Find out who the hell this other player is. And maybe—just maybe—make this damn story fun for once. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/tQ76KAUQfN

Betrayed by his beloved queen. Stabbed by the very men he raised to power. King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest. Fate’s twisted joke? He’s reborn. In chains. Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle. Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns. His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage. And just when he thought a future of scrubbing chamber pots and mopping floor— [DING! You have awakened the Domination System.] [Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life.] “I—wait, what?” [New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.] [Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice] [Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.] ---------- He grinned through the pain, eyes burning with ambition. They thought they broke him? They just gave him a reason to rise. Power. Revenge. Pleasure. He’ll take it all. ------------------ Note- No ntr, no yuri. Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated. And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, and he won't be doing it often, it's just one of its features... Join Discord for character Arts: https://discord.gg/S9SMCUnx

WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating

Damian Blackwood is a ruthless man who rules Blackwood Enterprises with an iron fist. After killing his uncle Victor and cousin Ethan for betraying him and hiding the truth about his parents’ murder, Damian seeks answers in a city full of secrets. To get closer to the powerful Montague family and their ties to a shadowy group called the Order, he plans to marry their daughter, Isabella. But on the wedding day, everything changes. In the bridal suite, Isabella faces a masked woman Elena Voss, a cunning agent who looks exactly like her. With a sly grin and a quick syringe, Elena knocks Isabella out, steals her wedding dress, and takes her place, ready to destroy Damian for crimes she believes he committed. Elena is no ordinary agent. She’s wickedly smart, loves to flirt, and thrives on the thrill of danger. Her mission: pose as Isabella, get close to Damian, and uncover his secrets for her agency. But as she steps into Isabella’s life, Elena’s sharp mind picks up clues that Damian might not be the monster she was told. *Is he a cruel king, or is someone else pulling the strings?* Torn between her naughty charm, growing feelings for Damian, and doubts about her agency’s true motives, Elena plays a dangerous game. Meanwhile, the real Isabella, trapped in captivity, fights to escape, unaware her identity has been stolen. As Damian and Elena circle each other him chasing revenge, her hiding her true self a web of lies unravels. The Order, the Montagues, and Elena’s own past hold secrets that could destroy them all. With betrayal at every turn, Elena must decide: is she a pawn, or the true Queen who can outsmart everyone? In a city where trust is a lie and love is a risk, *The King's Queen* is a thrilling tale of deception, romance, and revenge, where one woman’s wit and heart could change everything or burn it all down.

Chen Shu wakes up to find himself in a parallel world where beast taming reigns supreme — and he's just been bound to a God-Tier Choice System! Every decision he makes comes with a ridiculous reward. With the system’s help, his spirit beasts evolve into... something beyond reason: A slime that can crush a dragon by sitting on it. A husky that can blast a phoenix to tears using elemental powers. A mysterious creature that controls space itself... One over-the-top beast after another leaves the world’s understanding of reality in shambles. Sitting atop the highest throne of the beast-taming world, Chen Shu grins and says: “Me? I don’t tame beasts with science — I tame with chaos!”

In Jing Chen's previous life, he always thinks that he is but an ordinary man living an ordinary life. And after drinking a bottle of green tea that became his meng po soup to death, his short life came to an end. But, when he opened his eyes ready to see the after life, he was shocked to see.. pink, pink and PINK everywhere. Where is this, is death supposed to be like this? Cutesy and...pink? ps: I've made a mistake! this should be in my draft I won't update this until I finish the whole story. I don't know how to delete the story in webnovel. I only have two chapters of this so please don't read this yet. I'm very sorry.

Joshua has no idea what just happened. One second, his papa kissed him goodnight... and the next, he woke up in a glowing blue space, staring at a talking cat in a necktie. “You must rescue your papa,” the cat said seriously. Turns out, Joshua’s "silly" papa is in danger across multiple worlds—and only Joshua can save him! Determined, Joshua clenches his tiny fists and raises his chubby arms high: the mission to rescue papa begins! But Joshua didn’t expect bonus prizes along the way... “Why are you following me?” Joshua frowns at the red snake wrapped around his leg. In the blink of an eye, the snake turns into a boy a head taller than Joshua, throws his arms around him, and grins: “Come to the underworld with me! We have cake!” Joshua won’t be tricked so easily... but maybe he can eat the cake first then leave. That’s fair, right? . . . Alternate Title: “From an Egg to a Hero – I Beat Up All the Baddies to Protect My Poor Papa!” Note: Papa has no love interest. No weird pairings. Just one overprotective papa who adores his son—and a whole world that does too. This is a sweet, healing story filled with love and adventure.

“On Nexus—a world ten times bigger than Earth where gods, beasts, witches, and much more run wild—power is everything. And Shiro? He does what he wants… and he’s got the hands to back it up.” Dark-skinned, handsome and grinning with two shining gold fangs, Shiro walks like a king without a crown. His long white dreads swing like a wild mane behind him. His custom wolf-hide gauntlets click softly as he stretches his fingers, ready to crack skulls—or gently grab the thick waist of the next dangerous beauty who tries him.

In that moment, i didn't see anything but him. I couldn't feel anything other than my energy surging rapidly with hate as i stared into his twisted face which grinned wickedly at me. Everything I had sacrificed had led up to this moment. The people who died for me. Everyone at the organization that had given it their all to get me here. The burning sensation of guilt and responsibility fueled my anger as i seethed in rage glaring at the mastermind behind everything. Dracula was quiet...well, i couldn't blame him.He understood just as much as i did how important this meant to me and everyone else. I was done running and letting people protect me...it's time to finish my story.

After Xia Feng found himself transmigrated, he faced a horrifying twist—his heart had been inexplicably removed. In its place was a damaged, malevolent heart with a grim expiration date: it would only last eighteen years. But this wasn’t just any heart; it was a magical one, capable of synchronizing with the strength of its chosen target. To survive, Xia Feng made a desperate choice: he bound himself to the future villain destined to bring about the world’s destruction—the Witch of Destruction. Her strength would become his strength. The more powerful she grew, the more powerful he would become! With this newfound connection, Xia Feng quickly realized that picking fights wasn’t just a bad habit—it was a survival strategy. With a sly grin, he taunted, “Miss Witch, I’ll admit you’re strong… but not strong enough!” -------------------------------------------------------------------------For early access: https://www.patreon.com/collection/1356390?view=expanded

#ForgetMeNot #PoésieEtDouleur #RomanticDrama #LarmesEtPassion #ForgetMeNotRoman. #RomanDrame #RomanRomantique #RomanFrancophone #HeartbreakingStory #HistoireDAmour #RomanceTragique.#HistoireDAmour "FORGET ME NOT" ***Ce roman contient des passages poétiques en français, pour les amateurs de beauté littéraire. (Contains poetic and emotional French parts—perfect for lovers of lyrical romance.) « Papa… pardonne-moi, mais pourquoi ? » ***Tout a commencé avec un homme brisé… un père à qui la vie avait tout arraché. Pris dans la tourmente des faillites et trahi par les siens, il perdit peu à peu confiance, dignité, et ceux qu’il chérissait. Pourtant, il lui restait une mission sacrée : élever deux petites jumelles… Mais un jour, dans un élan de faiblesse, de culpabilité et d’impuissance, il fut contraint de renoncer à l’une d’elles. Une décision déchirante, un choix qui brisa des cœurs, et bouleversa le destin de tous. *Salomé Lyle, rêveuse et ambitieuse comme l’horizon infini, grandit dans une famille qui l’aimait sincèrement. Son père était son héros… jusqu’au jour où le silence s’infiltra, alourdissant les regards, les gestes, les mots. Tout s’effondra. Et le manque se fit criant… « Ma sœur… où es-tu ? » Elle décida d’avancer, poursuivant une vie dorée, sans place pour les émotions ni les souvenirs, tout en dissimulant une quête secrète : retrouver sa moitié perdue. Mais la route n’était pas celle qu’elle avait imaginée. Elle perdit tant… jusqu’à n’avoir plus rien à quoi revenir. Dans une terre étrangère, elle croisa le chemin de *Damien, séducteur, commandant puissant, lui aussi blessé par la vie. L’homme qu’elle aurait voulu pour sa sœur....*Éloïse Lyse Au cœur d’une époque marquée par la guerre, les trahisons et les sacrifices, Lyle se retrouva dans l’ombre de l’ennemi. Et là, elle retrouva son âme égarée : *Ezekiel, l’homme qui ralluma la flamme dans son cœur. Enfin, elle était prête à aimer… Mais… est-ce vraiment lui qu’elle désire ? Et ce manque, ce feu discret, n’est-ce pas cela, le véritable amour ? « Je te veux… mais que veut vraiment mon cœur ? » ("Papa… forgive me, but why?" It all began with a broken man… a father stripped bare by life. Caught in the storm of ruin and betrayal, he slowly lost his trust, his dignity, and those he held dear. Yet one sacred mission remained: to raise two little twin girls. But one day, overwhelmed by weakness, guilt, and helplessness, he was forced to give up one of them. A heartbreaking decision— a choice that shattered hearts and altered everyone’s fate. Salomé Lyle, dreamy and ambitious like the endless horizon, grew up in a family that loved her sincerely. Her father was her hero… until silence crept in, weighing down every glance, every gesture, every word. Everything crumbled. And the absence grew louder. "My sister… where are you?" She chose to move forward, chasing a golden life, with no room for emotions or memories, all while hiding a secret quest: to find her lost other half. But the path was not what she had imagined. She lost so much… until there was nothing left to return to. In a foreign land, she crossed paths with Damien, a seductive and powerful commander, also wounded by life. The man she had always pictured for her sister… Éloïse Lyse. In a time ravaged by war, betrayals, and sacrifices, Lyle found herself in the enemy’s shadow. And there, she discovered her lost soul: Ezekiel, the man who rekindled a spark in her heart. At last, she was ready to love… But… is it truly him she desires? And this emptiness, this quiet fire— could that be what love truly is? "I want you… but who wants my heart?")