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Kunai Wooden

Espresso in The Rain

Noah Kim, a second-year engineering student, has little time for distractions. His world is filled with late-night study sessions, caffeine-fueled deadlines, and the constant pressure of excelling in his rigorous program. But everything changes when he stumbles—literally—into The Roasted Haven, a cozy coffee shop near his university, and meets its enigmatic owner, Elias Carter. Elias, a 30-year-old former corporate worker turned café owner, is everything Noah isn’t—calm, composed, and hiding a mysterious past behind his charming smirk. Drawn into Elias's world of rich espresso, rainy evenings, and stolen glances, Noah finds himself coming back to the café for reasons beyond coffee. As their flirtation deepens into a passionate affair, Noah struggles with his growing emotions and the looming question of what Elias is hiding. When secrets from Elias’s past threaten to tear them apart, Noah must decide—will he walk away, or will he risk everything for the man who has become his greatest temptation? -------------- Excerpt: Noah didn’t know how he ended up in Elias’s apartment above the café, but the heat between them was undeniable. The scent of roasted coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the musk of Elias’s cologne as he pressed Noah against the wooden counter. "You keep coming back," Elias murmured, his fingers tracing Noah’s jaw. Noah swallowed, his heart hammering. "Maybe I like the coffee." Elias chuckled, his breath warm against Noah’s lips. "Liar." And then their mouths crashed together—hot, needy, desperate. Noah gasped as Elias’s hands slid under his hoodie, fingertips skimming the bare skin beneath. Every nerve in his body ignited as Elias lifted him onto the counter, positioning himself between Noah’s legs. "Tell me what you want," Elias whispered, voice low and teasing. Noah shivered. "You." Elias smirked. "Then hold on tight, baby." ------
Cuteping27 · 6.4K Views

When A Filipino got Isekai'd with a Twist ! "only I can summon those!"

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time.
WrathBuh69 · 3.7K Views

Bloodline Awakening: Tempest in the Bizarre World

The story follows Walter, a half - pure - blood werewolf who can control his transformation. He lives in the Theocratic Diwei Holy Kingdom, where heterospecifics are mercilessly hunted. Walter, aiming to cross the Shates Wall and reach the Greenland Kingdom, stays at the Arthur family's house, posing as their nephew. He tries to gather information to leave, such as observing Baron Kurtis' mansion. During a witch doctor's execution, a werewolf's attack reveals Friar Fula's powerful strength. Walter realizes that the chaos can be an opportunity to contact other heterospecifics, but he decides to wait until the Church's intense hunting subsides. When he later explores the mansion again, he encounters a powerful werewolf, which forces him to flee. However, this encounter leads to a breakthrough in his perception. To gain resources and information, Walter uses his painting talent to become an apprentice of Painter Alva in the South District Church with the help of Friar Ferra. The prior of the church tests him, but he manages to hide his true identity. While at the church, Walter notices a suspicious worshiper who he suspects is a heterospecific. He follows the trail to the slum, where the strong stench makes his search difficult. Eventually, he finds a blood slave in a small wooden house near the forest. The blood slave, Adel, is in a frenzy for blood. Walter enters the cellar and discovers a corpse and magic potions. He realizes the inhumane actions of the blood slave and takes a book from a hidden compartment. After leaving a warning note for Adel, he escapes and cleans himself in a river. The discovery of the blood slave makes him worry about the complex situation in Roya, especially the possible existence of a pure - blooded vampire.
nan_nan_1708 · 799 Views

Descendent: Rebirth of an Angel

Michael is the heir to the Bailon dynasty, a dynasty so expansive and rich the controlled half of Karmos City. His birth changed the lines of succession causing discontent and enemies in the Bailon family. All the while memories from his past life as an Archangel start to come back causing serious "episodes" in their wake. He is caught in between a war of succession that threatens his life, while also re-discovering his light powers that have now somehow changed. Celestial beasts arise out of nowhere creatures that shouldn't exist, yet they do and while dangerous, he discovers that they are his ticket to restoring his powers even acquiring the mystic gifts these monsters possess. Something horrible glimmers at the edge of his consciousness an event so catastrophic he left heaven in order to avoid it or prepare for it? A mission he embarked to bring Lucifer back however that has now changed his new mission wasn't to bring back his brethren rather he needed to kill Lucifer, and let the apocalypse happen. Excerpt: Prologue “A feathered wooden arrow shaft sticks out of my chest, black silky soft things why do they put them there anyway? Not that it matters. Dark red blood pools where the golden tipped arrow struck the chest pulverizing a rib tearing soft lung tissue underneath, breathing is difficult, extremely painful even. Lying on the ground a surface too soft and plain to be natural, blood continues to farther pool at my back, the celestial arrow must have gone through completely.” You will die Michael if you go on this journey You will die The warm fluid spreads under him almost a comforting presence except for the excruciating pain that comes with the open wound. “Humans! I thought they would love me” A labored chuckle ‘Yet here I am dying as a result of my arrogance, in retro-respect them killing each other ceaselessly should have been sign enough but no I had to heal them!’ strangely he wasn’t angry Elderine’s words reverberated endlessly in his mind. You will die You will die The sky shines twilight in the cloudy afternoon it would rain soon ‘Maybe it will wash away the blood, how optimistic of me.’ Blood continues to pour out ‘Michael the Arch-angel foiled by his kin and humans! Would make for a great poem I want to hear it.’ ‘How would it start…hmm…’ He groaned, life continued to flow out of him endlessly with every drop of his immortal blood. You will die A tear dropped from a corner of his eye down the side of his face, ‘Were angels capable of that? I guess so’ Another tear came out then more flowed out in pain, surprisingly he wasn’t crying because he was sad for himself, he had known his fate from the day he left heaven, but for those he couldn’t save, they had to suffer and die due to his recklessness he wouldn’t forgive himself or those who caused it “Elina…...Eva” he tried to shout raspy sounds came from his lips. You will die, You will return stronger than before. Soon he could not breathe any more, the Light became darkness. PS: just thought i should add this part this story does not in any way contravene or involve any type of religion, references to a religion if any are purely for fictional purposes, I do not intend to disrespect anyone.
Shinobi_rays76 · 36.2K Views

Nope! I can't be the Villainess and Definitely not Male Lead's Mother!

So, I woke up on the day I was supposed to be executed. You know, normal Tuesday stuff. My head was chilling on a wooden platform, and there was this tiny blade dangling right above my neck. Cute, right? Just waiting to slice through and end my fantastic life. Naturally, I thought, "How do I get out of this mess?" And what genius idea came to mind? Pregnancy! Yep, I faked a pregnancy. And not just any pregnancy — I told the Emperor, the very psycho who ordered my execution, that I was carrying his child. Spoiler alert: I was definitely not. But hey, it worked! I kept my head attached to my body. However, when the universe is determined to mess with you, even a fake baby bump can't save you forever. I kept up the act for a whole month before finally running away. Ah, freedom! No more psycho Emperor, no more looming execution, just me, living my best fake-pregnancy-free life, laughing like I was finally out of a bad soap opera. Or so I thought. Because of course, luck had to have the last laugh. Somehow, I ended up being the mother of the male lead. You heard that right. The male lead. In this ridiculous story, I’m not even his real mother, but here I am, stuck inside the palace with a literal murderer, aka the Emperor, who — plot twist! — killed the male lead’s actual mom and turned her into a freaking energy crystal. And now, I'm supposed to save the day. Me, the villainess who's not even supposed to be here. How? No clue. But one thing’s for sure, luck and I need to have a serious talk. Screw you, luck!
K1ERA · 11.6K Views

TheLastKingdom: Transmigrated w/ Proficiency System

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin
Raymond_McKoin · 22.8K Views

The Erratum

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”
DauntlessBrother · 5.7K Views

Rebirth: The Fortune Farmer’s Revenge

The Tragic Past Life In the small village of Qinghe, nestled between rolling green hills and a winding river, Li Qingyun was born into a poor but honest farming family. Though they had little wealth, their love for one another was strong. Her father, Li Shengtian, was a hardworking farmer, and her mother, Madam Zhou, was a skilled cook who did her best to feed the family with their meager earnings. Qingyun had two younger brothers, Li Zhihao and Li Ming, both lively boys who adored their elder sister. However, their peaceful life was not without hardship. Their land was poor, and greedy relatives, including her uncle Li Bao, schemed to take what little they had. The village head, Old Master Wang, favored the rich and oppressed the weak, forcing many into debt. Qingyun, though hardworking and intelligent, was too naïve in her past life. She trusted the wrong people—Liu Meifeng, a childhood friend who later betrayed her, and Zhang Tianyu, a man who claimed to love her but only sought to use her. At seventeen, tragedy struck. A false accusation of theft led to the downfall of her family. Her father was beaten to death, her mother succumbed to illness, and her brothers were sold as laborers. Qingyun herself was forced into a loveless marriage with a cruel merchant, suffering years of abuse. One fateful night, she escaped and stumbled to the riverbank where she once found a beautiful pearl bracelet in her childhood. The bracelet was rumored to be cursed, but Qingyun had always admired its beauty. As she clutched it tightly, tears streaming down her face, her enemies found her. “Li Qingyun, you should have died long ago,” sneered Liu Meifeng before pushing a dagger into her chest. As the blood dripped onto the bracelet, a warm light enveloped her. In her last moments, she wished for another chance—to change her fate, to protect her family, and to exact revenge on those who destroyed her. When she opened her eyes again, she was twelve years old, lying in her small wooden bed, the scent of her mother’s cooking filling the air. She had been reborn. Now, she had a second chance.
Rofiat_Motunrayo_5481 · 4K Views

[R18] King's Domination

Just before being summoned to another world, the protagonist’s summoning medium was secretly swapped by someone. As a result, he was not summoned as the "Holy King" but instead as the "Sex King." The magic he can use includes water magic in the form of lotion, fire magic as candle wax, and his summoned beasts include a wooden horse used for punishment… Branded as "vulgar," "useless," and "filthy," he is rejected, has his engagement annulled, and is ultimately exiled. However, the one who picks him up is a princess from a nation where the sex industry is legal. Using his modern knowledge, the protagonist begins rebuilding the nearly bankrupt sex kingdom. He introduces new fashion trends unknown to this medieval world and uses his authority as the Sex King to subjugate the girls. He then establishes modern sex service techniques. The protagonist's method of leveling up is through intimacy with his heroines (his concubine maids). The more intimate he gets, the stronger he becomes, and the wealthier the kingdom grows. However, the surrounding great powers will not stand idly by and allow a flourishing nation full of women. Thus, the flames of war are ignited. Utilizing his creativity, adaptability, and cunning, the protagonist repurposes his sex-related magic for military applications and overwhelms his enemies. As he gradually awakens to the path of conquest, he begins walking the road of a ruthless emperor. However, by his side is always a heroine, a celestial beauty who keeps his heart from straying too far…
Synian · 70.9K Views

Transmigrating To The 1960s:My space, My soldier

Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days. Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her. Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger. **"Where… am I?"** She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth. A sense of unease grips her. Then, memories **flood** her mind. Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China. Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive. Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared. She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die. The realization makes her shudder. Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.** **[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]** A translucent blue screen appears before her. ### **Inventory:** ✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour** ✔ **Bottled clean water** ✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine** ✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches** Su Wan's eyes widen. **"A cheat system?!"** She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.** The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air. Her stomach growls. With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body. Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold. Her eyes flicker with determination. **"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "
Ruthie_bee2 · 1K Views

The Four Empires

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...
AldredR · 14.8K Views

God Of Crafting

For five years, I've lived the life of a failure. Smashing my hands against the wooden target in hopes of entering a meditative state; a necessary step to becoming a cultivator. For five years, I've faced nothing but disappointment, looks of pity, and meager attempts at encouragement. But everything has to come to an end. An end, that for me, became a new beginning! Circuits, wires, and capacitors? Or maybe spirit powder, Spricur crystals, and Qi gathering formations? In a world where cultivation is, for most, merely a hobby and the worlds of mysticism and science are divided, I shall be the one to craft a bridge between the two! Why rely on ancient arrays to harness dense Qi? Isn't it easier to buy one of my converters, plug it into the wall, and be done with it? Is your gaming console malfunctioning, yet no tech shop can find the cause? Have you tried this the exorcising swatter 3.0? And you! Yes, you, the one whose reflection appears on the screen on your phone once you block it! Why would you buy static figurines if you can come to my shop... And get your hands on waifus that will actively flirt with you? Come all ye troubled souls, and allow this God to craft a solution to all your problems! ***Technical side of things*** Daily release: 2ch/day Sunday release: 3ch + accumulated bonus chapters from mass release goals listed below ////////////All Milestones are subject to change/////////////// For every 100 winwin unlocks: 2 bonus chapters For every 50 ps: 1 bonus chapter For every 3 reviews: 1 bonus chapter Supergifts: 3 bonus chapters Me having a good day: 1 bonus, not-mass release chapter a day on days it applies >.>
MotivatedSloth · 1.1M Views
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