Testo Breathe

Everyone thinks they know her. But no one knows what she hides. Behind her quiet eyes burns a silence too loud to speak. Behind her gentle smile, memories she never asked to keep. Phoenix was never meant to break. But some wounds don’t bleed. Some cries are never heard. A forgotten birthday. A closed door. A scream swallowed in the dark. The world moves on. But she carries every moment. In a home where love fades behind raised voices, In a world that praises strength but never sees the fall, She’s just trying to breathe without being noticed. But even the quietest fire still burns. This is not a story of rescue. This is a story of survival....

She smiles like everything is perfect. But behind that smile... is a girl quietly breaking. Eliana Benjamin lives her life like a puppet — saying yes when she wants to scream no, obeying rules that strangle her dreams. Her parents decide everything for her: what to wear, where to go, and even how to breathe. But inside? She's not the quiet girl everyone thinks she is. With her sarcastic inner voice, rare rebellious moments with friends, and one unexpected viral video, Eliana's carefully controlled world starts to crack. And then there's Hendrix Parker — the blind date she was supposed to ruin… but accidentally knew. He remembers her. She doesn’t. Or maybe she’s just not ready to. Behind the Perfect Smile is a romantic comedy with a twist of mystery, humor, and heartache. Watch Eliana’s messy, beautiful journey as she learns to say no... and maybe even yes to love.

The world prayed for light. What it got… was born of void. A child emerges from flame and suffering. Not a savior. Not a curse. Something older. In a towered world ruled by Great Families and cursed by divine relics, war isn't waged with swords — it's fought with time, memory, and bloodlines. ANSEP, the strongest organization on Earth, is cracking from within. The Book of Voyages has vanished. The coldest traitor has returned. And somewhere… a boy without a past awakens, as the world forgets how to breathe. --- This is not a story of destined heroes. This is a chronicle of grief, betrayal, and the fire that will consume gods. ◆ Original Worldbuilding ◆ Cold, calculating antagonists ◆ No cheap power-ups — just pain, patience, and punishment.

Kael awakens in the outskirts of a broken world no past, no name, only whispers in the dark and power that should not be his. Branded by forces unknown and hunted by those who sense what he truly is, Kael struggles to survive in a realm where reality bends for the strong and the weak are forgotten. Veilborn,Whisperborn, and Fathomwalkers. The world classifies its Awakened but Kael doesn’t belong to any of them. Something ancient stirs in his blood. Something the world tried to erase. As ruins breathe secrets and dead gods begin to murmur once more, one truth echoes louder than the rest: He was never meant to exist. And yet… he does.

Matías Castleboard was humanity's last shield. A soldier. A hero. A killer. He died bringing peace... but found no rest. Reincarnated as Kael Lanpar, heir to the most powerful clan on the continent of Mayora, he now lives in a world of ancient magic, forgotten races, and gods who play with the threads of existence. However, his past has not disappeared. The scars of his former life bleed into this one, and with each memory that emerges, Kael sinks deeper into a dilemma that few could bear: Can a second life offer redemption... or only more condemnation? But there is something worse than trauma and war. Knowledge. Because the more Kael discovers about this world—and about himself—the more he understands that the truth does not set him free: it destroys him. And at the end of the road, what awaits him is not an enemy, but something even worse, something we all know but do not understand. A conscience. A truth that cannot be unlearned. A dark and introspective fantasy story about second chances, traumas that never die, and the price of knowing too much. Ideal for readers who seek more than battles: they seek meaning.

[New Hit Book] The king mysteriously withdraws, and just when everyone breathes a sigh of relief, they are unaware that an unprecedented storm is about to unfold!

Nolan Vale is a psychiatrist at an isolated mental facility — cold hallways, quiet patients, and secrets that never sleep. Then a new patient arrives. No name. No history. Just one request: He’ll only speak to Nolan. Varek Straven is calm. Too calm. Like he’s waiting for something... or someone. And when he says "I know you," Nolan doesn’t understand. Not yet. But some promises don’t die. And some obsessions never stay buried.

Buried under myths, magic, and lies… was a civilization that made gods look primitive. When I woke up in this broken world, I was no hero. Just another scavenger searching the sands for scraps. Until I touched the relic. Until the memories bled through. Now I remember algorithms masked as spells, reactors mistaken for gods, and a war so advanced it reset the world. They think I’m lowborn. They think I’m powerless. But every time I breathe, the past awakens—and with it, the truth that could break this world again. History is a lie. Magic is technology. And I… am the last Reclaimer. — A viral fusion of reincarnation, ancient tech, and twisted memory recovery. Perfect for fans of "Shadow Slave," "Release That Witch," and "The Beginning After The End." PS:- i don't own any of the book names written above except mine.

Welcome, in this world one shall awaken mutative gens which are actually just legacies of divinity woven into dna into humanity. And in this world we shall meet many people some are antiheroes some are murderers pretending to be heroes some are innocently murdered and some are terrifyingly strong. In this story you shall follow the lives of many people in this world their struggles their thoughts their hope and their never stopping flames of courage. You shall meet many peoples lives and choose your favorite and see what they shall do in the final tournaments and other events. Don’t forget power is gained and not blessed. And follow your favorite characters in this adventure in their pursuit of fame, perfection, imagery, hierarchy, legalism and finding their through nature and embodiment. We shall meet serious wars and great events with as foundation the social contacts between characters. Which gen-user is your hero, who do you believe and when do they collide?…

Dari abu zaman yang terhapus waktu, seorang pemuda tanpa nama membangkitkan napas naga— bukan untuk menaklukkan, tetapi untuk bertahan dalam sunyi yang tak pernah disuarakan. Ini bukan kisah kepahlawanan. Ini kebangkitan sesuatu yang purba dalam setiap jiwa yang dilupakan. Biarkan angin berbisik. Biarkan Qi bangkit. ___ The Awakening of Dragon Qi — a silent fate, an ancient breath, and the soul of a nameless young man. (A poetic eastern fantasy — where silence breathes fire, and destiny waits to be named.)

Upon becoming an undead mage, Gu Xi discovered he had encountered a small problem. What was with being knocked out and thrown into a cell? To avoid becoming the first useless player to die before completing his job, Gu Xi decided to save himself! As a result, a future powerhouse known as the Breath of the Undead embarked on his legendary journey

As spiritual energy awakens, the Phoenix shall bring life and creation in an attempt to change its destiny by creating a eternal everlasting kingdom but time has proven that nothing is eternal, its always ever changing .The Phoenix shall resolve the grudges of the past and surpass them . Bringing those close to it towards greater heights . But currently...... a mechanical reminder sounded in his mind. "Ding, congratulations to the host, the automatic upgrade system is being activated……" "Ding, activation successful!" "Ding, a cell in your body that contains the highest breath is awakened……" "Ding, your Supreme Breath Cell senses the host's inner despair, is very angry and unwilling, decides to fight for it, and starts to infect ordinary cells" Ye Yang: ?????? Can Ye Yang survive in this ever changing world

A beam of light, transcending the barriers of countless universes, projected onto the countless worlds, becoming a spectacle for the natives of each world! When Jingliu finely diced Blade into minced meat, the Demon Slayer Corps were shocked! 'What kind of breathing technique is that? Ice Breathing?' (A certain Demon King trembled in a corner) When Acheron unleashed a spectacular slash in Penacony, a girl named Mei on a certain starship couldn't even hold her rice scoop steady. 'She's also named Mei? She also has lightning attributes? And... why does her voice sound exactly like mine?' This is bad! I have a feeling the upcoming scenes are going to have an unacceptable, super-crazy development!

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

[WSA 2025 ENTRY!!] A dark epic of mirrors, memory, and myth. In a world where silence binds more tightly than chains, One boy must decide if he is a savior, a weapon, or the last mistake the stars will ever make. Because Ren Calder isn't just walking forward. He’s walking back into the wound the world tried to forget. The world remembers heroes. It fears monsters. But it forgets the ones who choose silence over salvation. Ren Calder was one such forgotten soul buried beneath centuries of dust, where light dared not reach and names lost meaning. But some awakenings do not come with prophecy or praise. Some come with shadows that breathe and silence that listens. Far from the eyes of the living, he descends into realms untold where truths rot, and power does not shine, but devours. They do not speak his name. They do not know what he is becoming. But the darkness remembers…

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

"Some shadows aren't cast by the sun... they are born from the people we love the most." Elara was supposed to be strong — the eldest, the example, the quiet protector of a house that never asked how she was doing. But the silence grew heavier during lockdown. Between online classes, suffocating expectations, and the pressure to never break, she forgot what it felt like to simply breathe. Mira, her younger sister, was the fire — wild, loud, and unwilling to play by anyone's rules. But when that fire was misunderstood, punished, and nearly taken away, it triggered a storm neither of them were ready for. As betrayal, loss, and rebellion rise in their home, two sisters are forced to confront a truth they’ve both been avoiding: that love alone isn’t always enough to save someone. Can two girls lost in their own shadows find the light before it's too late?

After years of living under flashing lights and screaming fans, popstar Lydia escapes to the countryside, desperate to breathe, to write, to be herself again. No more shows. No more cameras. Just quiet mornings and coffee on the porch. But quiet doesn’t last long. Next door lives Ravi—tall, unreadable, and frustratingly gorgeous. He’s got the looks of a fallen angel and the mood of a stormcloud, with a past he keeps tightly locked away. He barely speaks, barely smiles… and barely notices the popstar living one door over. Which only makes Lydia more curious. As flirtation sparks into tension and secrets begin to surface, Lydia must decide if falling for someone who doesn’t want to be seen… is worth being truly seen for the first time. ————— Check out my Gacha Life version of this story, called All Eyes But Yours: Gacha Life Series! I’d really appreciate it if you watched it.^^ Let me know your thoughts on my story! I'd love to hear your feedback and any suggestions for improvement.

Ami died alone in a cold hospital room--hooked to wires, her body weak, her heart shattered. Betrayed by the people she trusted most. Her parents sold her. Her siblings erased her. Her husband handed her over like she meant nothing. And her best friend smiled while stabbing her from behind. As Ami took her final breath, she made a wish- “Give me another chance… and I’ll destroy them all.” The world listened. Now, Ami wakes up ten years earlier-in her 18-year-old body. This time, she won’t be soft. She won’t be fooled. With all her memories intact, Ami is ready to play a new game---one where she controls the board. Revenge? That’s the only thing on her list. The girl they buried is gone. This is the rise of the new Ami.

From the first breath, I was accumulating points. Now, I see that my father abandoned me, and my mother despises me. What more is left of filial piety? Who would worship such despicable people, I’ll conquer the world instead.

600 years ago, a red fog covered the planet, transforming everyone who breathed it into horrible creatures. The countries that had enough time before the collapse managed to hide in large underground bases to survive and find a way to reclaim the surface.

EXODUS was announced as a revolutionary game, with full-immersion technology and unmatched realism. That’s what they told the masses. But it was far from the truth. A dying world. Inhabitants deceived by the promise of entertainment. What they called a game… was already the new reality. Those who died inside it never woke up. They were left behind — trapped on an agonizing Earth, waiting for the end. Elaren, the world no one expected, is savage and cruel. No shortcuts. No system. Only death — and survival. For him, it wasn’t a loss. It was his first chance to live. Born in a sealed room, where a breath of unfiltered air could kill him, he now breathes for the first time… and breaks free from his prison. ------------------------------ NOTE: English is not my native language, I ask for everyone's understanding if there is any error. Patreon: patreon. com/Kronios

Part One: Where Thoughts Rest is a deeply personal collection of poems/story that offers a quiet space for emotion, reflection, and healing. Through themes of exhaustion, grief, invisibility, and resilience, these poems/story speak to the soul’s most tender moments — when the world feels too loud, too cruel, or too indifferent. Each piece is a resting place for thoughts that have long remained unspoken, capturing the ache of being misunderstood, the sorrow of a wounded Earth, and the quiet strength of still believing in love, hope, and the self. This is not just a collection — it’s a soft voice in the dark, reminding you that you are not alone. Let these words hold you. Let them remind you to breathe. Let them be the place where your thoughts, too, can finally rest.

Scheduled Updates: New chapters every Monday, Friday, and Saturday Release Time: 4:30 PM (GMT+8) The Second Part Begins – July 14 Symphony of Oblivion – Roots Buried in Forgotten Shadows Arc “Are you ready to forget everything?” When a masked man begins appearing in Kairo’s dreams, whispering those chilling words, the boundaries of reality start to fracture. Memories vanish. The world shifts. And shadows? They breathe. What begins as a nightmare soon becomes an obsession — a desperate search for truth in a maze of distorted time and forgotten pain. Who is the man behind the mask? What does he want? And what has Kairo already forgotten? In a world where memory is fragile, and time itself is a lie, Kairo must confront creatures that lurk in the echoes of the past. Because sometimes... Forgetting is the only way to survive. His name will be forgotten by many, but remembered by fate — this is the legend of Kairos, the Hunter.

“You shouldn’t walk around in that nightwear.” His voice was low—closer than it should’ve been. I didn’t have time to turn. His hand slid up my thigh before I could even breathe. My grip on the counter tightened like it might save me. “Alpha—” Elyssa was the traitor’s daughter—unmated, unloved, and wolf-less. A pack slave. A pretty shadow. Easy to overlook. Until war turned her world into ash and dropped her in the dungeon of the most feared Alpha alive. Kaelith Drenor—cursed, ruthless, and completely unprepared for the girl with haunted green eyes who made his blood burn and his beast obey. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away. She doesn’t know she’s his mate. And no one knows her wolf is waking up. When she shifts, the world will feel it. And so will he.

Overworked. Underslept. Emotionally bankrupt. That was Selene Mira—an introverted interior designer in her late twenties who barely had time to breathe, let alone live. When she unexpectedly keels over from burnout (who knew coffee wasn’t a food group?), Selene wakes up in an unidentified magical world full of floating islands, spell-wielding sheep, and villagers who think smartphones are cursed artifacts. But there's a twist: She didn’t get magic. She got Amazon. Well, not exactly. But a dimensional shopping platform that delivers anything she wants—from pepper spray to noise-cancelling earbuds—paired with a freakishly fast learning ability and a sarcastic little ring that dings in her head every time she gains a new skill. Armed with nothing but modern gadgets, dry humor, and a desperate need for personal space, Selene sets out to live the slowest, quietest, and most introvert-friendly life possible in a world that keeps trying to turn her into the main character of an epic fantasy saga. Too bad fate—and fantasy tropes—have other plans.

When a writer awakens in a world that mirrors his unfinished stories, memories collapse, time fractures, and death begins to breathe. Between tarot cards, dead gods, and an eternal question—Who am I, really?—he must face a reality that rewrites itself around his guilt, love, and loss. In a world where time is measured in Arcana and truth is a curse, his pen may be the only weapon left. This is not a story of heroes. It’s a story of remembering. And forgetting.

It was just another day — or so it seemed. The wind howled like wolves on the hunt, lightning carved veins across the ink-black sky, and thunder growled with a voice not its own. Neer, having a bad day thought, 'What could go more wrong?' But fate, cruel and unseen, Had only just begun to whisper. That thought — fleeting, bitter — Was the doorway to his nightmare. A moment unnoticed, Where reality tore like fragile paper. The world twisted, bled, and breathed anew — A waking hell, clawing through the seams of reason. The unsaid was spoken, The impossible turned real. Imagination rose from shadowed corners, Draped in flesh and breath. Nightmares, once chained in sleep, Now walked beside the living — Silent. Watching. Waiting.

After losing her sister, Elena Moore is left hollow—adrift in a world that no longer feels familiar. Desperate for space to breathe, she leaves behind the noise of the city and moves to a small coastal town where the ocean is wide, the streets are quiet, and no one knows her name. Nathan Hale has lived in that same town for years, quietly tucked away in a weathered house on the cliff’s edge. Once a renowned author, he’s now a recluse—his pen abandoned, his world closed off after a heartbreak he never speaks of. When Elena and Nathan cross paths, it’s not instant or electric. It’s slow—deliberate. A glance, a pause, a word. Their connection grows not from sparks but from shared silences, aching memories, and the quiet recognition of someone who understands what it means to lose everything. As seasons shift and their walls begin to crumble, both must choose: retreat to the comfort of solitude, or take the risk of loving again—imperfect, fragile, and real. Beneath the Blue is a tender, deeply felt story about grief, healing, and the unexpected love that finds you when you stop looking and start feeling again.