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Karpet Drum

Exiled to a Foreign Land: Managing a Destitute Estate

Philip never expected his new life to be so… complicated. When a tragic accident in the modern metropolis of Bortinto abruptly ends his struggle for survival, he wakes up as the scandal-ridden heir of a ducal house in a world where magic and science coexist. Any fantasies of an easy, heroic life vanish the moment he realizes that the estate that he is tasked with managing is drowning in debt, and his reputation has been shredded by rumors involving his predecessor’s broken engagement to the socialite Lady Rosetta—the granddaughter of a prince. Even as he scrambles to rebuild his estate’s fortunes—grappling with contaminated land, mounting debts, and shrewed industrialists—he unearths troubling secrets about the original Philip’s heartbreak and suicide. A dark, hidden force seems intent on wiping him out for an unknown reason. As conspiracies emerge linking Lady Rosetta’s departure to these shadowy machinations, Philip struggles to separate ally from adversary, not knowing why this power in high places is so bent on destroying him. Meanwhile, the realm teeters on the brink of monumental change. Technological and social revolutions collide with century-old magical traditions, and war drums thunder on the distant borders. Armed with his modern knowledge of finance—now fused with the world’s burgeoning industrial innovations—Philip attempts to ride the trends and transform his estate into a beacon of prosperity and secure his heirship to the ducal title. Yet each small triumph only attracts more enemies. Tasked by the System with cultivating a supernatural entity while uncovering the real reason behind Lady Rosetta’s canceled engagement and the original Philip’s tragic end, he must also shield those he grows to care about from the looming threats. Will he harness the synergy of magic, technology, and commerce to steer his estate toward greatness, or will malevolent forces quash his second chance at life? Will his second chance at life end the same tragic way as his first?
Tux_Philosopher · 121K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
Samegurl · 21.1K Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 7.9K Views

Martial Union

The drums of war thundered across the plains of the Wan Shui Empire. At the forefront stood a lone figure draped in silver armor, his crimson cloak dancing with the wind. His gaze, sharp as a dragon’s claw, swept across the battlefield. His name was Huan Bai — the War Demon, the youngest divine general in the empire’s history. At fifteen, he had silenced rebel cities. At twenty-two, he led men against beasts that tore mountains apart. At twenty-seven, he ascended to the rank of Divine General, one of only three in the entire empire. His name was etched in legends, sung by poets and feared by kings. But even war gods have hearts. In a rare moment of peace, the general crossed paths with Wu Hua, the flower of the Xiantian Sect. Graceful, serene, and unshaken even by his terrifying presence. Love, unexpected and fierce, bloomed like wildfire. They married in the spring, where cherry blossoms rained like snow. On his thirty-second birthday, the war demon smiled brighter than ever before. His son, Li Bai, was born under a sky filled with stars, as if the heavens themselves bowed in blessing. But fate, as always, was cruel. In the same year, during a border negotiation with the Tiansha Empire, General Huan Bai was betrayed and captured. His soldiers returned without him. His armor, broken. His spear, snapped. His fate — unknown. And as if destiny wasn’t yet done, Wu Hua vanished days later. No body, no trace. Only silence. The empire grieved its war god. But not all shared in the sorrow. Young Li Bai, now the son of a "fallen hero" and a "runaway woman," grew under the weight of whispers and cruel laughter. “A cursed child,” they called him. “The disgrace of a vanished bloodline.” But in the stillness of rejection, something stirred. On the eve of his seventh birthday, when the cold moon was high and dreams were thin, Li Bai sat alone in the courtyard of the orphaned manor. No one celebrated. No one remembered. And then — boom. A sudden pulse. The earth trembled. The stars above flickered strangely, as if acknowledging a forgotten truth. From within Li Bai’s core, a spiraling path of light and darkness emerged. It did not follow the known elements. It was not fire, not wind, not sword, not beast. It was something much more mysterious..... Unseen by all, the world had changed. The spirit child had awakened.
Ozoth · 3.8K Views

THE STRONGEST WARRIOR

The Strongest Warrior A novel of pain, purpose, and the power that awakens when a people remember who they are. In a forgotten corner of the land, nestled beneath the shadow of mountains and veiled by dense forest, lies a village once filled with songs, celebration, and sacred tradition. This village, now called Bakoto, has become a memory of itself—its fields bare, its elders weary, and its people fractured by years of raids, injustice, and an unshakable silence that hovers like a curse. There was a time when Bakoto was feared for its warriors, respected for its wisdom, and revered for its spirit. But time, misfortune, and the schemes of rival territories have reduced its strength to whispers and prayers. No one dares to stand. No one dares to dream. Until one does. Born in the midst of this suffering, a child watches the world crumble around them—not with passive despair, but with a burning awareness that something greater lies beyond the pain. Marked by vision and an unwavering sense of purpose, this child learns in secret what the elders no longer teach: the old songs, the sacred rhythms, the lost forms of combat and communion. Every wound, every loss becomes a lesson. Every injustice, a call to action. Leaving behind the safety of obscurity, this soul journeys far from home—learning, growing, and facing tests meant for warriors twice their age. Across enemy lines, through foreign cultures, and amid sacred mountains, they gather not just strength of body, but clarity of mind and depth of heart. The world is vast and often cruel, but the wisdom they gain becomes a map—a spiritual compass pointing back to where the true battle waits. When they return, the village barely recognizes them. Strong. Focused. Unshaken. But what matters most is not what they’ve become, but what they’ve come to do. This is not just a return. It’s a reckoning. One by one, the villagers are stirred from their slumber. The warrior does not demand worship, nor bow before the weight of history—they listen, they serve, they lead. Fields begin to flourish again, drums echo in the night, and eyes that once stared into the dust now gleam with fire. But change awakens enemies, and Bakoto's revival draws attention from those who once benefitted from its silence. A storm begins to gather. The warriors of old had passed, but now, a new storm-bearer rises—a leader who does not rule by fear but moves with the soul of the land. As armies approach and betrayal threatens from within, the people must choose: to fall once more into fear or rise beside the one who reminded them of their strength. What follows is not merely a war for land. It is a war for identity, for memory, and for the sacred bond between people and purpose. Lives will be lost, secrets unearthed, and destinies rewritten. And in the heart of it all, the warrior will face their truest test—not against enemies, but against doubt, grief, and the weight of being more than human in the eyes of the people. The Strongest Warrior is not a tale of a hero saving a village. It is the story of a village remembering its own heartbeat. It is about what happens when one person dares to believe that change is possible—and when others dare to believe with them. It is about the sacred cost of leadership, the beauty of collective healing, and the truth that even the strongest warrior cannot rise without the people standing behind them. This is a novel where spiritual forces weave through everyday life, where the physical and the divine meet on battlegrounds and in kitchen huts, and where the scars of the past are both painful and prophetic. This is Bakoto’s story. This is the story of the fire that refused to go out. This is The Strongest Warrior.
Adewunmi_Abiodun · 15K Views

Beneath The Knife

"Don't stop, don't stop," Ria chanted under her breath as she sprinted across the street. Mrs. Clara's house was only minutes away-if only she could move faster. Her heart drummed a frantic rhythm, and her throat was parched, desperate for water. Yet, she didn't stop. She couldn't-not even if she tried. Her face bore the marks of dried tears, intermingled with the powder her mother had dusted on her cheeks that morning. Mother! The word reverberated in her ears, triggering a cascade of fresh tears. At last, the old brown door of Mrs. Clara's house came into view. Summoning a burst of energy, her muscles cried out for rest, and her heart felt like it was on the verge of leaping out of her chest. Ria hammered on the door with all her might. It swung open with a gentle creak, revealing an elderly woman garbed in a white uniform, a nurse's cap sitting atop her head. The woman's eyes widened in confusion as she gazed upon the weary girl before her, extending her arms to steady the trembling figure. Ria's feet were bare, bloodied from her desperate journey, her face a mosaic of sorrow etched by tears. For a moment, Mrs. Clara stood frozen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then, as Ria's choked gasps filled the silence, instinct took over. The seasoned nurse sprang into action, her years of experience guiding her swift response. She hurried to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, which she pressed into Ria's hands. Ria downed the water in one large gulp, to the older woman's amazement, and at last, her voice returned. Clutching Mrs. Clara's hand tightly, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "My mother, you have to help my mother."
Dheeyawrites · 2.5K Views

The feast below

Beneath a quiet, picturesque mountain town lies a secret society — the Crimson Table — a centuries-old cult of cannibals hidden in plain sight. Every ten years, they select a "Harvest" — a group of outsiders who disappear without a trace. But this year, one of the chosen is not so easy to digest. Main Characters: Emma Voss, a forensic anthropologist drawn to the town by ancient skeletal remains found in a collapsed cave. Mayor Gideon Hurst, the charismatic leader of the town who secretly leads the Crimson Table. Noah Kade, a local hunter with a tragic past who has spent years gathering proof of the cult. Elias, a boy born into the society who begins to question everything. The bones shouldn't have been that clean. Emma Voss crouched in the shadowed cave, her gloved fingers brushing over the smooth curvature of a human femur. It was pale, polished. Not by time — by hands. Scrape marks trailed along the shaft, microscopic yet unmistakable. This was no burial site. “This doesn't look prehistoric,” she muttered, her breath fogging in the cold air. She snapped photos with her phone, each flash revealing more than she wanted to see — a partial skull with the jaw sawed clean off, ribs snapped like dry twigs. “Emma?” a voice called from outside. It was Officer Wren, the one who had guided her up here. “Sun’s going down. You might wanna pack up.” She stared deeper into the tunnel, where the air grew warmer instead of colder. A faint sound echoed — not wind, not water. A low, rhythmic thump. Like footsteps. Or drums. Emma stood. “I’ll be right there,” she lied. She followed the sound. And the mountain swallowed her whole. ---
Deborah_Leo · 3.8K Views

Pretending To Be Six (And Getting Away With It)

TITLE: Pretending To Be Six (And Getting Away With It) SUBTITLE: The Dokkebi's Exhausting Little Treasure. SYNOPSIS: Originally, She was Seraphina Shade, branded the immortal lady of shadow and gloom. Believed to be born from the shadow mother, and as a darkness incarnate and outcast, she was banished lastly by the divine Heavenly Academy, after being banned from four academies yet. While the world adored her brother, the radiant Elias Nore, praised for his virtue and light. She believed it too, she believed that maybe she was actually what they said she was and not meant to be loved. Until she was bullied across the world’s border gate and into the forbidden lands of the Monster Realm. There, she sealed herself inside the body form of a mind-reading six-year-old child who no one could reject. After all, who would dare hate a little girl? A curse-bound Dokkebi, sworn never to do good, found her. He saved her. And adopted her for some strange, PERSONAL reasons. The whole of the monsters in her new academy and outside believed she was full of goodness. She was accepted, celebrated, and even adored. > “She’s such a great child!” > “She’s a music prodigy!” > “She’s hope for monsterkind!” Only she wasn’t. She was IMMORTAL ! She was PRETENDING !! She was DANGEROUS !!! She was NOT SIX !!!! And her name… wasn’t Rose!!!!!!! *** Principal of Mount Spirit Academy: “Little Rose was born to bring light to monsters. She will be our star to the outside world.” Red Dragon Music Master: “She drums on bones and sings ancient runes. She’ll be our first female Music Maker.” Nine-Tailed Fox Instructor: “She’s six. Let her eat more peaches before ruling the world.” The Dokkebi, silently fuming in his head: “Why are they all making plans? She’s my little treasure, I found her. I’ll just wait for her to grow up... and then she’ll be the Dokkebi's bride.” Rose/Seraphina, who just read his mind: “….” # # # # In Every Dark, There's a Bit Of Light; And In Every Light, There's A Little Of Dark. ~Eum-Yang (Yin-Yang) Shadow-Sun
LindaLight · 7.3K Views

Was My Sweet Badboy

WARNING !! [cerita ini hanyalah fiktif belaka, semua setting tempat adalah fiktif! kesamaan nama tokoh, tempat, sekolah maupun scene dalam novel ini adalah kebetulan semata dan tidak ada unsur kesengajaan!] ------------------------------------------------- Bimo namanya, anak baru pindahan dari Bandung yang tiba-tiba memberiku surat, isinya dia minta izin untuk menyukaiku. hah?! 'kenapa suka aku?' kuputuskan untuk tanya hal ini. lalu dia jawab begini ; 'aku tidak punya alasan, tidak paham juga kenapa bisa suka, hanya mataku tidak bisa berhenti melihat kemanapun kamu pergi, aku tidak bisa menahan senyumku dan rasa senangku kalau sedang dekat denganmu, aku suka lihat kamu ketawa dan tidak senang lihat kamu nangis, aku benci orang-orang yang bikin kamu sedih sampai-sampai ingin ku tendang pantat mereka biar sampai ke pluto, aku mau pegang tanganmu dan bilang pada cowok-cowok yang suka padamu untuk tidak lagi mengganggumu.' ku baca tulisannya yang panjang itu. aku deg-degan, sumpah kalau dia bisa dengar jantungku, itu seperti ada drum band di dalamnya. Dia orang yang unik, dan punya pendekatan berbeda padaku, orang yang percaya diri dengan bagaimana kepribadiannya, tidak kasar, berusaha dengar perkataanku, tapi sebenarnya dia juga adalah orang yang keras pada idealisnya, suka naik gunung bahkan bikin jantungku sering ingin lompat karena khawatir setiap kali dia melakukan hobinya itu. Bimoku... Elangku yang selalu terbang bebas tanpa peduli apapun.. Elangku yang selalu terbang menerjang badai... ini, adalah kisahku saat itu, saat dia bersamaku.. -------------------------------------------- VOLUME 2 : Menggapai kembali Ketika masa lalu menyesak masuk saat kau telah mulai lari darinya. Seseorang yang tetap berdiri di persimpangan hidup mereka. Yang tetap tegak di persimpangan waktumu dengannya. Kini persimpangan itu mempertemukan mereka kembali. Dengan segala keajaiban-keajaiban yang kau kira telah tiada. Dia berusaha menggapaimu sekali lagi. Berlari dari masa lalu, mengejarmu yang telah lama tertatih untuk bisa berdiri di titik ini. Mencoba meraihmu dengan senyumnya lagi. "Kamu masih punya hutang jawaban sama aku." "Apa?" "Yang mau kamu jawab 10 tahun lagi sejak waktu itu." "Hahah, kamu pikir itu masih akan berlaku?" "Tentu! Ray, marry me please ..." POV 3 ---------------------------------- Volume 3 : Langit dan Rindu Kisah si kembar buah hati Bimo dan Raya, akankan kisah mereka semanis kisah remaja kedua orang tuanya? Bagaimana jika Langit Khatulistiwa punya kecenderungan sister complex dan juga tsundere akut terhadap adik kembarnya? Intip yuk ... ---------------------------------------------- [karya ini bergenre romance-komedi, harap bijak dalam membaca, jika sekiranya tidak sesuai selera, silahkan close, gak usah masukin koleksi] [mengandung kata kasar, dan diksi tidak serius dalam penceritaan!] Credit cover : Pinterst cover bukan milik pribadi
MORAN94 · 613.6K Views

The Alpha's Ogbanje

She came to America for a fresh start. She didn’t expect the spirits to follow her. Ada, a Nigerian girl deeply connected to Igbo spirituality, moves to the U.S. for her studies, hoping to escape the mysterious and unsettling dreams that have haunted her since childhood. But instead of finding peace, the visions grow darker—filled with haunting masquerades, cryptic warnings, echoes of ogene drums and oja sounds. What's worse, the events in her dreams begin manifesting in reality, pulling her into a reality she cannot escape. In a modern society where supernatural beings live openly among humans and werewolves rule America, Frank—the prince of the American werewolf kingdom—has always resisted the advances of eager admirers, patiently awaiting his fated mate. He never imagined that fate would bind him to a human girl, someone with no trace of wolf in her blood—or so it seems. As their bond deepens, Frank and Ada uncover truths neither of them could have predicted. Ada’s spiritual roots run far deeper than anyone imagined, and her presence threatens to upend the balance between the werewolf world and the spirit realm she tried to leave behind. But their growing connection comes at a price. Rogues, corrupted witches, and an ancient secret order working from the shadows begin to stir. Together, Ada and Frank are drawn into a looming conflict that could unravel both the physical and spiritual worlds. At the center of it all stands Ada—whose mysterious power may hold the key to salvation… or destruction. THE ALPHA'S OGBANJE is a captivating blend of supernatural romance, Igbo mysticism, and modern drama—where tradition meets destiny, and love may be the force that changes everything. --- Ask me questions about this story on any of my social media accounts: Facebook: Lindawn Discord: @itslindawn Instagram: @itslindawn THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR READING ♡
Lindawn · 270 Views

Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
Gompank · 1.7K Views

Eternal love : Tale of vampire

The air crackled with an unseen energy as he closed the distance between them. Each deliberate step he took seemed to steal a breath her. His shadow fell over her, an eclipse that sent a shiver down her spine, not entirely from fear. When he finally halted, his presence was a palpable weight, a silent promise of something ancient and powerful. Then, his breath, cool against the delicate curve of her ear, sent a different kind of tremor through her. The husky whisper that followed was a dark melody, a dangerous invitation that both terrified and intrigued. "You don't want to know what I can do for you or how I can make you feel," he murmured, the words a silken caress that belied their potent undertones. Her pulse quickened, a frantic drum against her ribs. His nearness was a dizzying assault on her senses – the faint, earthy scent that clung to him, the unnerving intensity of his gaze that seemed to pierce through her very soul. His words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities, with the promise of sensations both exquisite and terrifying. It was a challenge, a dare whispered in the most intimate of ways. It spoke of a power he held, a knowledge of pleasure and perhaps pain that stretched back centuries. It hinted at a world beyond her mortal comprehension, a world she suddenly found herself inexplicably drawn to. Her breath hitched. She did want to know. A dangerous curiosity, a yearning for something unknown and forbidden, unfurled within her. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was intertwined now with a strange, undeniable pull. His nearness was a magnetic force, drawing her into his orbit despite the warnings screaming in her mind. The space between them felt charged, electric, humming with a tension that was both terrifying and intoxicating. In that whispered promise, the predator and the prey were teetering on the precipice of something far more complex, a dangerous dance where desire and fear held equal sway.
Vidya_Jagtap · 1.1K Views

Turning around, you can see love

A delicate woman, after changing rooms, smashed an axe through the closet in order to catch a "ghost" and unexpectedly smashed out a handsome and handsome man. And in order to write vibrant "adult" novels, she actually agreed to "live with" him from then on! Keep a hole in the closet like this, the show begins! First sentence: Ding Luoluo, when I told you I wanted to change houses to live in, Yuan Weiteng raised her hand and said, "I'll switch with you." Ding Luoluo was puzzled. She and Yuan Wei haven't had a good time lately. If it weren't for Jiang Xiao, who is a good friend, how could she have eaten at the same table with such snobbish people as Yuan Wei? Before Yuan Wei could put down her hand, she said, "Ding Luoluo, let's switch rooms." Ding Luoluo grumbled discontentedly about the food in her mouth, "Don't call me a camel anymore." Jiang Xiao said to Ding Luoluo, "Luoluo, Yuan Wei's house is good. The location is good, and the decoration is good." After finishing, she said to Yuan Wei, "Luoluo's house is also good, quiet and romantic." Ding Luoluo complained after listening to Jiang Xiao's words, "The new neighbor who moved in next door is both qin and drum, how can we talk about tranquility? How can we talk about romance?" Yuan Wei raised her hand again and said, "That's why you want to change houses? Let's switch, you only feel noisy if you don't understand music. I understand, I'm not afraid." Ding Luoluo gave Yuan Wei a disdainful look and said, "Do you understand music? A person who can't even sing the national anthem well is called someone who understands music? Jiang Xiao tried to smooth things out again: "Lolo, switch with her. Changing the environment will bring a lot of fun to life, and you will also have a lot of inspiration." Ding Lolo wavered. Her inspiration has dried up. As a novelist, even third rate newspapers are about to revoke her serialization, and readers are all making derogatory remarks, saying that she learned to be perfunctory just after becoming a little popular, and her novels can guess the 70th chapter by reading the 7th chapter. Ding Luoluo felt wronged, and these readers who had once said they would never change their hearts towards her would engage in a verbal battle with her as soon as they turned against her. Ding Luoluo also felt dissatisfied and wanted to threaten that if anyone really looked at the seventh and guessed the seventy, I, Ding Luoluo, would quit the novel world. Unexpectedly, my friend Jiang Xiao actually did it. So Ding Luoluo had to bury the harsh words in his belly. Ding Luoluo sighed: The life of a novelist is too short.
Mia_Lee_3449 · 40.6K Views

The beat of equity

Synopsis: The Beat of Equity In the city of Vellor, a stark divide separates the wealthy elite from the impoverished slums, where hope is scarce, and survival is a daily struggle. Amidst this inequality, a young woman named Rani hears two distinct rhythms: the luxurious beats of the rich and the faint, defiant thrum of the oppressed. Raised in the slums by her father, a former master drummer, Rani inherits his drumsticks with a message: “The beat of equity must be heard.” As Rani grows, her powerful rhythms resonate through the streets of Vellor, echoing a call for justice and equality. Despite performing at high society galas, the elite dismiss her music as mere entertainment, blind to the profound message within. But Rani’s drumming becomes a force of rebellion, uniting the poor in a movement for change. When the oppressed rise up, their drums growing louder and stronger, the wealthy are forced to confront the truth of their systemic inequality. As the protests intensify, the elite are shaken by the power of the drums, and a transformation begins in the city. Laws are enacted to redistribute wealth, improve healthcare, and provide education for the marginalized. The drums of equity become a symbol of unity, reminding everyone that equality is not just a distant dream but a rhythm that must be heard and embraced by all. Years later, the drums of equity continue to beat through Vellor, no longer a sound of rebellion but one of celebration and progress. The legacy of Rani and her father lives on, proving that when the rhythms of justice and equality are heard, change is inevitable.
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Bell Abyss: The Corpse Falls Chronicle

Title: Abyssal Chimes Genre: Cosmic Folk Horror / Time-Bending Thriller *Synopsis:* In the fog-shrouded valley of Corpse Falls Town, where pagoda trees bleed and construction sites exhale the breath of the dead, antiques dealer Lin Moyu becomes entangled in a temporal curse older than the Ming Dynasty. When a smuggled Bronze Bell covered in corpse wax appears in his shop, its cursed chimes fracture reality, revealing three overlapping timelines: a 15th-century massacre of shaman priests, a modern archaeological expedition’s disappearance, and Lin’s own complicity in a catastrophic urban development project three years prior. As the Bell’s vibrations summon corpse soldiers from limestone caves and warp digital devices into occult artifacts, Lin discovers every victim’s skull sprouts bronze roots connecting to an underground Bone Pagoda. The town’s "residents" are revealed as echoic phantoms—their deaths endlessly reenacted through cursed objects: QR codes that rewrite memories, livestreams broadcast from decaying eyeballs, and concrete mixed with ground funerary coins. Key horrors unfold through fractal revelations: - The Bell’s Sanskrit inscriptions are quantum codes predicting Lin’s own autopsy report - Construction blueprints from 2021 contain hidden blood sacrifice diagrams - Missing archaeologists are found fused with Ming dynasty burial silks, their smartphones playing war drums from 1423 The cosmic truth emerges through temporal bleeding: Corpse Falls Town exists in a "wound" between timelines, sustained by an ouroboros of guilt. Every character is simultaneously victim and perpetrator across centuries—Lin’s father designed the dam that awakened ancient curses, while Lin himself becomes the Ming general who first ordered mass executions to silence the shamans. *Themes:* - Guilt as a self-replicating cosmic force - Technology as modern necromancy (5G towers as spirit poles, cloud storage as soul jars) - Archaeological colonialism’s cyclical violence *Closing Paradox:* In the fractal finale, Lin must let the Bell annihilate all timelines—including his own birth—to break the curse. Yet the final page reveals this manuscript itself is a cursed object, its words rearranging to implicate whoever reads it in the next cycle of atrocities. *Comp Titles:* - *Annihilation* meets *The Ring* in Guillermo del Toro’s *Pan’s Labyrinth* - *Dark (Netflix)* collides with Junji Ito’s *Uzumaki* - *The Southern Reach Trilogy* rewritten as Ming dynasty occult procedural Hook: Every technological artifact you use—from subway QR codes to wireless earbuds—becomes a gateway to ancestral horror in this narrative ouroboros where reading the book implicates you in its curse.
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