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Juniper Hill

REWOVEN BONDS

In the quiet village of Occra, two boys—John Mfem, a dreamer with a heart full of hope, and Vincent Jackson, an enigmatic soul hiding scars of mistrust—forge a friendship as steadfast as the hills surrounding their home. Despite their differences, their bond becomes a beacon of strength in a world fraught with hidden struggles. But as they step into adulthood, the weight of unspoken fears and secrets begins to crack their foundation. When an act of betrayal shatters their friendship, their lives spiral in opposite directions. John, driven by hope and the lessons of resilience from his mother, fights to rebuild his shattered reputation. Vincent, consumed by guilt and haunted by his choices, embarks on a journey of self-discovery, questioning the very essence of trust and loyalty. As the shadows of their pasts collide with the weight of their futures, they find themselves drawn together by a shared mission to save their village from the brink of collapse. What begins as a fight for survival becomes a quest for redemption, forcing them to confront the pain of their fractured bond and the truth of their actions. “REWOVEN BONDS” is a riveting tale of friendship, betrayal, and the unyielding power of forgiveness. It’s a story of how two flawed yet deeply human souls must navigate a world where trust is fragile, choices carry devastating consequences, and redemption demands the courage to face one’s darkest truths. Can broken bonds ever be mended, or will the shadows of the past consume them both? Prepare to be captivated by a journey of heartbreak and healing, where the stakes are nothing less than the salvation of a community—and their own souls.
Raphael_Ottong · 1.8K Views

She Woke Up And Choose Seduction

Given a second chance to relive her past life, Salmira Renee Cecily St Rose promised this time she will live a spectacular life. Her memory of dying alone in a small cold cabin, old, poor, betrayed and forgotten, made her think of a plan to avoid her fate. One, She needs money, lots and lots of it. Two, She wants a child, no husband. just a child. Three, A dog. She has always wanted one. It would be white and her name would be Kisses. Four, She needs a new home. To raise the child it would have to be a large cottage or a small state. Five, A new identity. She needs to fake her death, escape her family, and disappear into the countryside. Sierra could not wait. Nowadays, her mind was filled with daydreams of chasing her future offspring as they ran through the hills while a fluffy white cloud of a dog circles them. Ah, a life of bliss. She would finally have everything she ever wanted. At least that was everything, until one day she met Vincent Henry William St Louis. The 4rth Duke of Byrose. An event that never happened in her previous unmarried life. Oh, but he is handsome, a confirmed bachelor, Incredibly rude, appallingly sarcastic, and excitingly dangerous too. He is exactly the type of man she use to guiltily fantasize about as she lies awake in her bed at night. A real-life protagonist from those forbidden scandalous novels she kept hidden at the bottom of her trunk. As a lady, she should have run away from him, he is known to have already ruined several debutantes, instead what she did is add one more thing to her to-do list. Six, Aim for a steamy and passionate tryst with the Duke. Blackmail him into a dalliance and never ever give up. #comedy #romance #fantasy #historical #isekai
SHEAPRILLE11 · 4.7K Views

The Dragon of Dreams

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Everything in this story has a purpose, nothing is random. If something feels 'forced' it's meant to be, ask why and I guarantee you will enjoy the novel more. ------------------- Synopsis: This is the story of a young man who was reincarnated as a dragon with a near-insatiable curiosity. Initially sparked by questioning his own reincarnation, he quickly gets lost in the endless world of magic, using his deep understanding of advanced sciences to learn the laws and properties of a new type of energy known as mana. However, soon enough, the table would flip, and he would begin using that very same energy to expand his knowledge of science, to the point that he would begin questioning his own understanding of the world. Although not his original intention, with the combination of his intelligence, expanding curiosity, and the 'miracles' that occurred to allow for his existence, he quickly found himself climbing the mountain of strength as if it were a small hill before eventually climbing to a point where it seemed as if he himself was the peak itself. Even if.. that was never the case... - There is mild gore, and profanity is 'censored' toward the beginning, but not later in the story. - Tags: Action, Discovery, Adventure, Fantasy, Sci-fi Sub Tags: Reincarnation, Magic, Non-Human Lead, (Extremely) OP Protagonist, Mystery - New Chapter twice a week, on Monday and Friday at 1:30 PM EST! (Unless Stated Otherwise) - Uploads not on Webnovel, Royal Road, Wattpad, or Scribblehub are ILLEGAL - Community Discord Server: https://discord.gg/Dv7G5bQD4v Account must be at least 3 days old. Note: This novel takes place in the same universe as my other novel, TSH (The System's Harvester) on RR (Royal Road) and SH (Scribble Hub)
Commander_843 · 1.6M Views

Of Flames and Gold

[My WSA 2024 Entry novel! Please vote] In a world where mythical beings have fallen into an "eternal slumber," a thriving underground market exploits the stolen essence of these dormant creatures. At its epicenter are dragons—majestic beings desired for their scales, organs, and prized eggs. The most coveted treasure of all is a dragon's name, a key that holds the power to control its very existence. Dragon Lord, guardian of a clutch of dormant eggs, lives in isolation atop a hill, surrounded by a forest that veils his castle. He bears the scars of past betrayals, having been deceived by those who feigned love to steal his treasures or claim his head as a bounty. Jaded and cold, he trusts no one, living a solitary existence. However, his solitude is shattered when a woman unwittingly stumbles into his life. Yara finds herself in Dragon Lord's treasured den amidst a battle between the dragon and thieves. In a twist of fate, she mistakenly bonds with the dormant eggs, breathing life into them. Reluctantly, Dragon Lord allows Yara into his world, and their journey unfolds amid the looming threat of underground organizations seeking to exploit the dragons for profit. As the eggs come to life, so does an unexpected connection between Dragon Lord and Yara. Despite his cold and jaded exterior, he finds himself unable to ignore her presence. Yara, too, cannot deny the pull she feels towards him, and emotions begin to burn beneath the surface. Together, they must navigate the challenges of waiting for the eggs to hatch, fend off those who seek to exploit the dragon and its offspring, and confront the secrets that Yara harbors—a revelation that could destroy everything. In this tale of flames and gold, two scarred souls in a world where trust is a rare and precious commodity must confront the ghosts of their pasts. They navigate the dangerous currents of love and deception, protecting unborn dragons from a world hungry for their magic. Will their bond withstand the trials ahead, or will the flames of betrayal engulf them in the end? A/N: It starts out SLOW, because I tend to get lost in the pages and be descriptive but once it gets to the action, it really picks up! Looking forward to growing with you all on this journey!!!
QuillMistress · 291.1K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 699.6K Views
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