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In a world stitched from magic and code, a single forbidden glitch could tear reality apart. Nox wakes up in Astralis Academy — a sacred threadspace where no male should ever exist. Hunted by the system that brands him FORBIDDEN and feared by the girls sworn to protect the loom of fate, he is the flaw that must be erased before he unravels everything. But behind the coded sky and glass spires, a hidden loom hums — someone is pulling the threads for him to stay, and someone fears the truth he might expose. In a realm where every life is woven like fabric, how far will one glitch fight to survive before the whole world tears apart? When threads decide destiny, what happens when destiny itself glitches?

Some mercy comes with a price. When Ren Aperion discovers a mysterious girl bleeding and unconscious in Neo-Tokyo's underground, he thinks he's being a good samaritan. She's beautiful, defenseless, and clearly needs medical attention in the city's most dangerous district. But as sirens wail and manhunts intensify, Ren's closest friend starts getting suspicious about the girl he's harboring. The city's most wanted "terrorist" isn't some cold-blooded killer lurking in the shadows—she's been cooking him breakfast with a smile, humming softly while she flips pancakes in his kitchen. Yet every news report calls her a threat to society, a dangerous revolutionary hell-bent on destroying their world. The question is whether she'll trust him with the truth, or protect them both by living a lie. In a world where technology blurs the line between human and machine, the deadliest weapon might just be truth. The Image is AI generated

In a forgotten corner of a vampire-ruled world, sixteen-year-old Elira, a quiet shepherd girl, lives a simple life among the hills—her days filled with tending sheep, caring for her younger sister Lilin, and sharing soft-spoken moments with Nicholas, the nobleman’s son and her father’s old friend’s child. What blooms between Elira and Nicholas is young love: gentle, hesitant, and pure—untouched by the brutal world beyond their valley. But their peace is short-lived. Each spring, the vampires demand a Blood Tax—a girl from each village offered to serve at the estate of a vampire lord. When the cruel hand of fate comes knocking, Elira’s name is chosen. Though the lord originally asked for her younger sister, her stepmother—driven by jealousy and self-interest—manipulates her father, Mr. Smith, into sending Elira instead. The choice is cemented when Elira learns her father owes a blood debt to the lord, forcing her to serve not for one year, but for several. Torn from her home, her love, and her dreams, Elira is taken to the vampire’s cold, towering estate where she is kept alive solely for her blood. She is neither harmed nor seduced, but her life is drained slowly—physically and emotionally—under strict rules, cruel servants, and a master whose gaze grows darker with time. As Elira struggles to survive the punishing routine, small mercies shine through: the kindness of a quiet housemaid, a secret song hummed at night, and memories of Nicholas that keep her soul intact. But when a mysterious northern vampire lord attends a decadent party and sees Elira, he recognizes something in her eyes—something that stirs memories of a girl he once saved from drowning. She is not for sale… yet he is not a man who is easily denied. A deal is struck in secret. And Elira’s fate takes a darker, more dangerous turn—away from one vampire’s estate and into the chilling unknown of another lord’s domain. A story of love, sacrifice, betrayal, and quiet rebellion, a tithe of blood , a bloom of love explores the strength of a young girl forced to grow up too soon, and a romance that dares to survive in a world ruled by monsters.

Title: Wall Street Vengeance Genre: Mystery / Crime / Action / Psychological Growth / Revenge Setting: Modern-day New York, where the glittering towers of Wall Street hide a dark underworld intertwined with corrupt politicians and criminal syndicates. At its heart is the "Blue Ocean Project," an illegal biotech experiment protected by powerful figures. Plot Summary: Chapters 1–5: Descent into Darkness Jack Morgan, once a successful investment banker, returns from prison to find his career usurped by Richard Langley. Blacklisted, Jack descends into the city's underbelly, meeting Emily, a hacker, and Isabella, who reveals that the "Blue Ocean Project" is more than just money laundering—it's a dangerous government-sanctioned experiment. Jack suspects he was framed to protect this conspiracy. Chapters 6–10: Shadows and Schemes Discovering Richard’s vast influence over finance, politics, and crime, Jack realizes the danger he faces. Chinatown gang leader Ali pressures them for intelligence on the project. Through violent confrontations, Jack evolves from a corporate elite into a hardened survivor, building his own network of allies and informants. Chapters 11–15: Counterstrike Formation After escaping Ali’s ambush, Jack consults John, a streetwise strategist. With new insights, Jack plans to infiltrate Richard’s empire using Isabella’s connections, gather evidence, and expose the conspiracy publicly. His goal shifts from survival to justice, aiming to dismantle Richard’s empire and reveal the truth behind the Blue Ocean Project. Themes: Survival & Rebirth: Jack’s transformation reflects resilience in adversity. Justice & Vengeance: The moral ambiguity of personal justice when legal systems fail. Power & Corruption: Exposes the collusion between capital, politics, and crime. Trust & Betrayal: Highlights the fragility of trust and the impact of betrayal. Unresolved Questions: What secrets does the "Phoenix Laboratory" hold? Who is John, and what is his past? Will Ali discover Jack’s plan? Does Isabella have hidden motives? Style & Tone: Fast-paced, gritty, and intense, blending sharp dialogue with psychological depth. The narrative contrasts urban decay with corporate opulence, delivering action-packed sequences and intricate schemes. Themes of identity, redemption, and resistance resonate throughout, making Jack a symbol of defiance against systemic oppression.

After losing his mother at seventeen, Rick Fyer made one promise: be better than the world that broke her. Now twenty, he lives by routine—no friends, no feelings, no distractions. Just work, workouts, and a goal to stay focused. Until a girl with too much energy, a poet’s soul, and a stolen bench flips his world upside down. She’s everything he avoided. He’s everything she can’t quite figure out. But as their connection deepens, Rick finds himself facing more than just feelings—his past is catching up, and his heart isn’t the only thing at risk. A story of grief, healing, and the unexpected people who help us live again. If you love introspective characters, emotional growth, slow-burn romance, and dialogue that hits like real life — this one’s for you.

[WSA 2025 Entry!] Aryan thought it was just another regular morning. A commute. A routine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until everything broke. One moment he was riding to work. The next, he found himself running in the middle of a twisted forest, disoriented, alone... and gripping a sword he didn’t remember picking up. This is no dream. This is Battleworld—a cursed, ever-shifting realm where survival feels like war and trust can kill you faster than a blade. The ground groans with secrets. The air hums with whispers that burrow into your thoughts. And nothing stays still—not the land, not the rules, not even your own memories. As the curse tightens its grip and strange forces close in, Aryan is forced to confront not just the dangers around him, but the darkness rising inside. The lines between friend and enemy, reality and illusion, are thinning. In Battleworld, you're either the predator—or the next sacrifice. --- PS: Synopsis is deceiving

For as long as Reon could remember, his life had been a monotonous cycle of solitude. A loner to the core, he buried himself in his studies and part-time jobs just to get by. No family. No friends. No joy. No sorrow. Just an empty existence. But fate had other plans. Reon suddenly found himself transmigrated into the world of a novel he had read, all because of a complaint about the Protagonist. However, he wasn’t reborn as the protagonist, a powerful supporting character or even a notable figure. No, fate had saddled him with the most pitiful role imaginable: A Villain! No, he wasn’t the villain who sparked fear to everyone or the rival who challenged the protagonist’s growth. No, he was that guy—the one who gets a single line of dialogue before being obliterated, his only purpose to highlight the hero’s strength. The kind of character readers would roll their eyes at and skip over without a second thought. Yes, he had become that kind of background character—cannon fodder, a disposable pawn, a nameless lackey serving under a third-rate villain! The worst kind of cliché—a spineless dog for a spoiled young master from a powerful family, wagging his tail at every order. The one whose destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death long before the main story even began. How could fate be so cruel? So petty?! But Reon wasn’t about to accept this. Not again. This time he wasn’t the Reon who had wasted away his first life. A world once confined to the pages of a novel had become his reality—a realm where strength commands respect, and the weak are trampled underfoot like insignificant ants. If this world wanted him to live like a dog and die like a stepping stone, it was dead wrong. This time, Reon resolved to live life to the fullest—to fight, to laugh, to love, to revel in the chaos of this fantasy world filled with magic, swords, and cultivation. No one would stop him from seizing his happiness. Not Fate. Not the so-called Protagonists. Not even Heaven itself. And if anyone dared to stand in his way? He would break the rules, exploit the extras, manipulate the main characters, and twist the very fabric of the story to serve his own ends. He would plunder the opportunities meant for the protagonist, destroy threats before they could rise, and rewrite his destiny with his own hands—whatever it took to carve out his path to survive. Would the main characters suffer? Who cares? Would the story change? Even better. This time, he would live without regrets. A glass of wine in one hand, a woman in the other, and unshakable strength beneath his feet. That was the plan… until the system arrived. . . [Ding! The Host has awakened the Heaven Plundering System! If he wishes to survive in this world, he must kill Heaven’s Child.] . . WHAAT! . . -----------------WARNING----------------- . . If you’re looking for a dense, shy, beta, dull-witted, wimpy, overly passive, or submissive protagonist—then I’m afraid this novel isn’t for you. Here, the main character will be Domineering, Ruthless, Calm, Intelligent, and Cunning. Most of the time, he’s cool, composed, and seemingly carefree guy… but the moment someone threatens the ones he loves, his true nature awakens—dark, merciless, and utterly menacing. Additionally, female leads will be Strong, Intelligent, and Loyal—not merely waiting for the main character to come and rescue them like a fairytale prince. The harem in this story will be large, with each member being capable and equally important to the plot. Every character will have their own role and growth, adding meaning to the story. . . NO NTR!! NO YURI!! [Though there will be a bit of playful intimacy between the harem members.] . . [There will be smut scenes in later chapters, it will be marked as (R-18) beside the headline. Minors, please exercise caution.] . . ***The story will unfold at a bit slower pace, so I encourage fellow Daoists to be patient and support me on this journey.***

Jasmine est la première fille du grand Alpha Bale. En raison de son statut d'enfant naturelle, elle vit une vie maltraitée à récurer les sols et à répondre aux besoins de son père, sa belle-mère, ses demi-frères et sœurs et toute la meute. Mais sa vie prend un tournant drastique lorsqu'elle est échangée à la place de la fille légitime de son père pour être mariée au bel et froid Alpha Xaden. Xaden est déterminé à punir Jasmine pour les péchés de son père qui avait massacré toute sa famille, même si elle n'est rien comme son père. La haine se transforme lentement en désir, en passion ardente et finalement en amour. Mais que se passe-t-il lorsque Xaden découvre que Jasmine, qui a été placée comme espionne pour causer sa perte, n'était en fait pas la princesse originale qui lui avait été promise? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Que ceci serve de leçon à tous. Royal ou non, Alpha ou Oméga," déclare-t-il. "Vous éviterez de toucher à ce qui est à moi. Sur mon propre territoire. Dans ma meute." Avec ces mots, il jette le bras sanglant de côté et emmène Jasmine loin de leur regard choqué.

When Gu Jun was twelve, he inscribed an ancient epitaph on a forgotten gravestone atop Temple Hill — in a language no one on Earth should know. Now eighteen, Gu Jun is preparing to begin his university life in Tianhai. To everyone around him, he’s just a quiet, unremarkable student. But beneath that façade lies a cosmic legacy — the inheritance of Emperor Qin, the last sovereign of our Universe, the Wild Universe. Earth, long sealed from the higher realms, is no longer safe. Ancient enemies stir beyond the veil of stars. Forbidden truths bleed into the world of mortals. The coming war won't just be fought with armies — it will be waged in silence, in shadows, and in secret. To protect Earth and the Universe, Gu Jun must build what the world must never know: a hidden empire. Trained in cultivation. Forged in secrecy. Bound by destiny. And as the final battle looms, warriors must rise from the dark — or all of creation may fall. Author's Note: I’ve been a long-time fan of legendary writers like Er Gen, I Eat Tomatoes, and Mao Ni—their stories have inspired me for over a decade. In my own writing, I aim to follow in their footsteps. Don’t expect the protagonist to slaughter rivers of enemies in the first chapter. This isn’t a story built on cheap thrills. Instead, I focus on building a solid foundation—establishing the world, characters, and deeper plots. Once that’s in place, expect action, intrigue, betrayal, and tragedy to unfold. This is my first novel, and I’m still learning, especially when it comes to character dialogue—but I’m improving with every chapter. If you enjoy medium-paced stories with long-term scheming and a bigger picture, I invite you to follow this journey. Happy reading, and thank you for your support!

"Tu me détestes," articula silencieusement Lily avec des lèvres tremblantes. Zayn se pencha plus près, sa voix basse et amère. "Non. La haine est trop bon marché. Je veux que tu ressentes ce que j'ai ressenti. Chaque cri. Chaque perte." Elle n'a pas tressailli. Elle était fatiguée de supplier. Elle le regardait simplement avec des yeux pleins de douleur silencieuse. Alors pourquoi avait-il l'impression que son cœur se brisait? Lily Brightpaw est née fille d'un Alpha, mais elle n'a jamais vécu comme telle. Muette depuis l'enfance et incapable de se transformer, elle était traitée comme une malédiction par sa famille. Blâmée pour la mort de sa mère et battue jusqu'au silence, Lily a grandi sans amour et indésirable. Elle croyait que la Déesse de la Lune lui enverrait un compagnon qui la sauverait, mais elle avait tort. La nuit où sa meute est tombée, Lily a été traînée hors d'une cabane et jetée aux pieds de son nouvel Alpha, Zayn Knightmoon. Il était l'homme que sa famille avait asservi. Maintenant, il est l'alpha qui règne sur elle et il veut se venger. Zayn a tout perdu. Son père. Sa compagne. Sa meute. Tout aux mains de la famille de Lily. Quand il a réalisé que Lily était sa seconde chance de compagne, il l'a rejetée sans hésitation et a juré de la faire souffrir. Mais plus il la punissait, plus il voyait la vérité: Lily n'était en rien comme les monstres qui l'avaient élevée. Elle est aussi une victime et brisée... comme lui. Zayn s'est retrouvé déchiré entre la vengeance et un lien qu'il n'a jamais demandé. La souffrance de Lily sera-t-elle suffisante pour apaiser les fantômes de son passé ou la vengeance les détruira-t-elle tous les deux?

Grace Harper a toujours été une étrangère—élevée dans une meute de loups qui ne l'a jamais vraiment acceptée, adoptée par un alpha avec trop de secrets. Lorsque son ex-petit ami la quitte pour sa compagne et que la vérité sur son adoption est révélée, Grace sait qu'elle doit partir... ou mourir en essayant. Mais son chemin vers la liberté se heurte au Roi Lycan. Froid, puissant, et accablé par les fantômes d'un passé qu'il refuse de partager, Caine ne veut pas de Grace dans son monde. Il ne croit pas qu'elle appartienne à un autre monde que le sien. Et pourtant, avec le destin qui lie leurs âmes, son contrôle commence à se fissurer. Grace n'a jamais demandé sa protection. Elle n'a jamais demandé à le désirer non plus. Mais quelque chose d'ancien se réveille, et plus elle plonge dans la vérité de son passé, plus elle réalise : peut-être qu'elle n'était jamais destinée à être libre. Peut-être qu'elle était destinée à tout changer. En commençant par lui. ---- *Grace of a Wolf* est la romance légèrement dérangée entre une fille humaine aux principes humains gênants et son âme sœur prédestinée légèrement sociopathe—qui se trouve être aussi le Roi Lycan avec l'intelligence émotionnelle d'un caillou. Heureusement, leur lien dangereusement magnétique est (à peine) équilibré par le chaos d'une famille choisie, une tonne de magie, et une connexion d'âmes sœurs qui pourrait réellement la tuer s'ils se touchent. Oups. Juste quand vous pensez lire *encore une histoire de loups-garous*, l'intrigue et l'univers vous surprennent par derrière avec des griffes, des crocs et de véritables enjeux. C'est une combustion lente, émotionnellement désordonnée, et imprégnée du genre de tension qui pourrait vous tuer—ou vous embrasser. --- **AVERTISSEMENTS :** R18 : Contenu explicite. Également, thèmes sombres, incluant mais non limités à : Meurtre, tentative de meurtre, une pile de cadavres, trahison, légère sociopathie, un personnage masculin qui semble se baigner dans les signaux d'alarme malgré que sa couleur préférée soit le vert, une haine injustifiée envers les muffins myrtille, et vol d'oreillers. Une romance fantasy urbaine de loups métamorphes à **combustion lente** et épicée avec beaucoup d'intrigue aléatoire essayant de bloquer tout. Quand l'épice frappe, veuillez lire de façon responsable. Merci~ [Participation au Concours WSA 2025]

कोरिया की सर्द सुबह 25 साल का junsoo अपने कमरे में सो रहा था। साइड टेबल पे पड़ा फोन बजा jinsoo नाम। आ रहा था। मोबाइल की स्क्रीन पे jinsoo junsoo का भाई 22साल का दोनों के पिता कोरियन और मां भारतीय है। Junsoo की नानी जो इंडिया में बीमार चल रही थी। उनकी मौत की खबर बताने के लिए jinsoo ने कॉल किया है। Junsoo अपनी फैमिली से अलग रहता और एक प्राइवेट कंपनी में नौकरी करता था।

Light and darkness are twins, blessings and curses coexist. Oh girl who stands upon the stage of destiny, May your path ahead be filled with blessings. ------------ Anko Probabilistic Narrative Writings：It's like telling stories by rolling dice. Just as many games offer various action and dialogue options that lead to different branching storylines, this book creates characters, advances the plot and builds the world view by providing a large number of different branches and using dice rolls to determine the outcome.

From the very first day, the message was clear: weak beings die early. Leonia Bellius was born with that fate etched into her skin — a fragile and cursed creature, seen by all as a failure. No one expected her to last long. Even less so that a seemingly insignificant girl would endure 14 years of relentless training to become the most promising candidate for the Order of the Silver Heralds. The day of her glory seemed certain: the Graduation Ceremony. But fate — always treacherous with the fearless — turned what should have been a moment of triumph into one of humiliation. In front of all her peers from the Montreal Archduchy, Leonia was rejected. A blow that would have made anyone else give up — but not her. Unsatisfied and determined, instead of moving on, she chose to resolve the matter through the classic method of "dialogue" — with the very man who had rejected her: Archduke Monteiro. The price for her defiance? Death. But, as if the gods were still toying with her ambitions, a new opportunity was thrown at her feet. Two years under the command of the ruthless Prince of Mercenaries in Arion — and she could claim the position she had always dreamed of. The problem? Facing that insolent and unpredictable mercenary was as dangerous as hunting a Bloodclaw — maybe even worse. Now, Leonia must overcome not only her limits but also her deepest fears and fiercest rivals. For honor. For glory.

The MC transmigrates into Narutoverse in the body of a civilian orphan. Luckily for him, the transmigration results in chakra being unlocked. Follow the story of the MC as he grows in power and stabilizes himself into the world of ninjas and trains to be the strongest.  Warning :  1. The MC won't be op for a long time. All his power would be gained via hard work and training over years (so if u want an op mc right from the word go, this one ain't for you) 2. No harem (probably no romance either) 3. There will be a lot of killing (maybe gore too, not sure if I can do gore right though) 4. The story will start slow. Quite a few of initial chapters will be around training, orphanage and academy life, instead of directly becoming a Genin. 5. MC is a careful person, he won't put his life at risk unless there is no other choice. 6. I haven't read (nor will be reading) Baruto. So Baruto plotline won't be considered much in here. What to expect : 1. Smart and consistent MC  2. Lots of training 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage 4. A lot of original arcs.  5. Plot will mostly stay the same (at least till Shippuden), but I won't repeat any scenes/dialogues that took place in the manga (as I'm assuming you've already read it). Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or its characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover isn't mine and belongs to R. J PS : It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Grammar and English should be fine, but I'm not sure how good the dialogues and scenarios will be. Hopefully I'll improve as this fanfic progresses forward.

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

Waking with no memory in a blood-soaked, brutal arena on a living island where the ground hums with terrifying life is just the beginning... Kairon and a group of teens find themselves trapped, forced into grotesque battles against enemies twisted by metal, madness, and something older than time. Survival doesn’t mean freedom—it means being marked by strange “relics” taken from the fallen. Relics that whisper. Relics that change you. As the island shifts and their powers grow, a terrifying truth begins to surface: this place isn’t random. It’s alive. It’s watching. And it’s choosing. Ashen Relics is the first in a haunting, genre-blending series about identity, survival, and the cost of transformation. For some, the crown is power. For others, it’s punishment. And for a few... it’s already too late.

“Every empire ends in silence. His just forgot to scream.” In a city carved from glass and steel, where thunder hides in boardrooms and empires wear suits instead of armor, Aldrin reigns from the top of the Aetherium Spire—not with a crown of gold, but one of consequence, silence, and fire. A man forged in forgotten wars, he built a godless dominion where diplomacy cuts deeper than blades, and betrayal is a language fluently spoken. But the storm doesn’t come with an army. It walks in quietly. Iris Cael arrives as a new recruit to Orion—young, brilliant, clean. Too clean. A whisper in a dossier. A lie waiting to be told. And Aldrin, haunted by ghosts he buried in data cores and ash, senses the tremor before the quake. As old shadows stir and forgotten names reemerge—chief among them, Mara, the woman who burned the world beside him before vanishing—Aldrin begins to unravel not from weakness, but from prophecy. His stillness isn’t peace. It’s the pause before ignition. Allies become watchers. Watchers become threats. The city begins to hum with a vibration too ancient for technology and too deliberate for coincidence. Beneath the contracts and campaigns lies something deeper: A reckoning. And Aldrin knows—when fire returns, it won’t ask for permission. It will ask what he’s willing to burn to stay in control.

Themes: 'Echoes', Power, wealth, identity, legacy, the cyclical nature of history, the pursuit of truth, and the dangerous allure of control. In a world shaped by the ever-present Æther—a primordial force that governs the fabric of existence—a multi-generational struggle unfolds, with each generation seeking to control and understand the power that binds reality together. The plot subtly follows three intertwined timelines across a fragmented history, each influenced by a soul reincarnated through time, holding the key to mastering The Æther. (The seer; The Architect; The Heir) --- Inspired by Anime. Just a guy, writing for fun. Writing down my ideas. Don't expect anything crazy. Criticism is advised, just try not to cook me too much. I'ma do my best to make it interesting step by step... hopefully. --- - A very simple story, nothing complex. - Not much Romance (Doubt I could fabricate a good one.) Let me know if there are any possible ships that you want between the characters. - Slow world-building to build more of a foundation as the story progresses. This will also leave more room for improvement. The story might be boring from the start. - Power ranking system. - Fair amount of First Person Narrative. Mostly third. Quite a bit of dialogue. ---

The world didn't end with a bang. No fire. No warning. Just silence. Jason Wright and his family now live buried beneath the surface, sealed in a high-tech bunker designed for survival—not comfort. With no messages from the outside and no clear explanation for the collapse, days blur into one another. Their only certainty is isolation. But what really happened out there? Was it a disaster... or something intentional? Is there still life beyond the bunker walls? Are their friends, lovers, extended family still alive—or long gone? How long can a family endure in such close confinement before old roles shift and new attractions emerge? Can Jason carry the weight of responsibility when the world above offers no answers—and the world below begins to fracture? And if he ever gets out of the bunker... what will Jason find waiting for him outside? — Author Notes — This is my first novel. It’s a character-driven, slow-burn psychological drama set in a post-apocalyptic bunker, exploring the effects of prolonged isolation, moral collapse, and shifting family dynamics. The story includes mature themes and emotional complexity. >Content Warnings / Themes: #Incest (gradual tension, emotional and/or physical) #Moral ambiguity #Post-apocalyptic survival #Isolation & mental strain #Power dynamics within a confined space #Yuri >Why I’m Writing This: I'm writing this story to push my own boundaries as a author and to explore difficult questions about ethics, survival, and human psychology when stripped of societal norms. This project is a learning process for me. I'm not aiming for perfection—I’m aiming to grow. So if you read this and feel something—anything—I’d truly appreciate hearing your thoughts. Constructive criticism is more than welcome, whether it’s about pacing, dialogue, characters, or anything else. Please let me know what worked for you and what didn’t. Thanks for giving it a chance.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Kaito was just an ordinary office worker—overworked, under-caffeinated, and nursing back pain from a chair he swore he’d replace six months ago. His only escape? Fantasy novels, strong tea, and the quiet hum of a café on a rare peaceful morning. Then came the blinding light. Now? He’s been accidentally summoned to a divine realm by a flustered priestess who mixed up the magical paperwork and pulled in the wrong guy. Oops. Stranded in a world not meant for him, Kaito finds himself face-to-face with a radiant Dragon Goddess named Aurelya—who can’t return him home, but offers him a blessing and a chance to start over in the magical land of Aurethria. Granted the unique skill Scholar’s Insight, which lets him read and understand all magical languages and ancient texts, Kaito begins his new life as a sixteen-year-old bookworm with no combat skills—but an overpowered brain. Can a sarcastic, tea-loving introvert survive in a world of scrolls, spells, and dragons? Can he keep his head down long enough to avoid divine attention? And will the Dragon Goddess ever stop feeling guilty for yeeting the wrong guy across dimensions? A slow-burn, slice-of-life isekai full of magic, mishaps, and unexpected bonds. Because sometimes, saving the world starts with being a cosmic mistake.

He was just a boy with a normal life—until the world shifted beneath his feet. One moment, he was heading out to meet his friends. The next, he awoke sealed inside a coffin, buried beneath earth that shouldn't exist and no clue where here is. Dragged from the grave by terrified strangers and left alone in a city where no one knows his name, he finds himself in a strange new world: medieval in stone but stitched with modern echoes. Magic hums in the air, technology runs on words, and strangers speak a tongue eerily familiar to his own. Hungry, homeless, and hunted by something he doesn’t yet understand, he begins to unravel the quiet horror sewn into this world—and into himself. Because the question isn’t how he got here. It’s why this world already had a grave prepared for him.

The End of One World They called him a genius. A mind like no other. Born into a noble family in a world governed by logic, politics, and the relentless gears of science, Kael Vireth never truly belonged. His inventions were too advanced. His theories too unorthodox. And his fate too tragic. Kael died young—a mysterious explosion during one of his solo experiments wiped him from existence. But as his world faded into black, a voice whispered through the void: "Your mind is wasted there. Come." When he opened his eyes, the sky was no longer blue—but a glowing tapestry of arcane symbols. And the air? It hummed with magic.

In a world rebuilt from ash and war, seven centuries after the fall of the Six kings, the land breathes with uneasy peace—scarred by ancient echoes, ruled by silent gods, and haunted by stories too strange to be myths. Kael, a boy born into comfort and reason, chooses a path few dare walk: the path of an adventurer. Not out of vengeance. Not out of greed. But from an aching hunger—for truth, for meaning, for the whispers that hum beneath the soil and sky. They say the war is long over, but ruins still pulse with corruption, beasts still twist into horrors, and names long erased still echo in forgotten temples. The world he inherits is vast and veiled. Magic exists—but it is not always kind. Divine forces sleep—but their breath still shapes lives. Every mountain has memory. Every silence, a story. As Kael journeys through forgotten cities, ancient dungeons, and the scars of a divine rebellion, he will come to see that the world is not at peace—it is waiting. Waiting for the brave, the foolish, or the fated to awaken what was buried. This is not a tale of destiny. Nor of a hero blessed by gods. This is a journey—a raw, burning journey across a wounded world. Of friendships born in peril. Of mentors with burdens too great for words. Of mysteries that linger just out of reach, always asking more from those who dare seek. In this land, knowledge is sacred, power is a curse, and stories... stories might just be the only true magic left. Step into the Sequence. And remember: the deeper you go, the less of yourself returns.

Noen Vale was a boy whose song was never heard. On Earth, his dream of becoming a musician was crushed — by society, by family, and finally… by himself. One silent night, he gave up. And in that silence… his song ended too. But he didn’t stay silent. Not forever. He woke up in another world — a world where music isn’t just art… it’s magic. In this world, emotions are spells. Pain sings. Memories hum. And music doesn’t just heal wounds — it touches the soul itself. Now, Noen travels from city to city, not to become a star… but to make sure no broken heart stays unheard. But the deeper he plays, the darker the silence becomes. Because in this world… silence isn’t empty. Silence fights back. And sometimes, the loudest voice… is the one that was never heard.

In the heart of modern Delhi, where chaos hums beneath every honk and silence carries secrets, Aarvi Kapoor feels everything—too deeply, too precisely. A brush of cloth, a whispered lie, a door slammed miles away—her skin remembers it all. But when her once-normal life begins unraveling with visions she can’t explain and memories that don’t belong to her, Aarvi realizes this is not just sensitivity. It’s something… more. As she drifts through grief, betrayal, and the stillness of loneliness, chance encounters pull her into a quiet storm of others like her—each one tied. Strangers who seem drawn to her, yet connected by invisible threads stitched long before they ever met. But not every thread leads to safety. When old friendships turn hostile and mysterious powers awaken, Aarvi is forced to confront a past that hides more than pain—it hides purpose. Haunted by a girl in a coma, stalked by shadows no one else can see, and entangled in a connection with two boys—Rishi, the soulful musician who hears truth behind every word, and Tanav, the quiet photographer who sees things yet to come—Aarvi must decide: Is she meant to hold the threads together… or is she the one meant to unravel them? Some threads heal. Others cut. The sixth? It never lets go.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Un garçon devenu sourd à cause de ses semblables porte un dégoût et une haine pour eux. Mais il finit par tomber sous le charme d'une fille qui a radicalement tout changé...

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.