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Beyond The Fallen Sky

Azra is an ordinary man with a modest job and simple ambitions—until his life is cut short in a freak accident on the construction site where he works. But death is only the beginning. Azra wakes up not in the afterlife, but in the body of another "Azra" in a world that both mirrors and deviates drastically from his own. This world bears the scars of nuclear devastation and the ravages of a catastrophic meteor impact that have shaped society in unrecognizable ways. Here, survival is not just a matter of making ends meet, but of adapting to an entirely foreign culture, built on hard-won resilience and primal rules. Facing a harsh environment where resources are scarce and civilization itself is a shadow of what he once knew, Azra must learn to navigate the brutal remnants of a society shaped by disaster. Despite the bleakness, Azra, now a head of a family, Azra had to adapts to his new environment. He rises to the challenges of this apocalyptic world, he begins to forge a life that surpasses his past, one marked by hope, community, and survival against all odds. But with every step forward, Azra faces questions that haunt him: Is he living the life meant for this world’s Azra, or is he carving out a destiny that defies both fate and fear? And can he, in this fractured reality, build a new future that will last? ---------------- ““. Dialogue []. System Dialogue/Electronical Dialogue (). Inner monologue . Sound Effect --------------- Reminder; This Novel is a fictional story. There will be Violence, Gore and Content for Mature Audience that will marked with (X) for a light ones, (XX) for the heavier ones. Do enjoy the story and if you liked them, please review, comment, add to collections. your support is very appreciated and kept me motivated, in this depressing world.
JamesLabel · 40.6K Views

She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
_frieyaVida · 2.6M 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 · 681K Views

Walker Of The Blue Sky

In a world called Infinite Soul Star, there is an extraordinary group that controls all kinds of incredible powers by mastering their Soul Force. They are called Soul Masters. Soul Masters awaken their Soul Mark which is essential to walk the path of Soul Cultivation, but they still need the Soul Orb to help them awaken. Emrys crossed over and carried a strange multicolored orb that could strengthen the Soul Orbs. The multicolored orb was simply too mysterious. It can not only strengthen the Soul Orbs and increase their quality, but it can also bring many benefits to Emrys in several ways that he could have never imagined. The Multicolored Orb also provided Emrys a SYSTEM which can help him understand the functions of the Multicolored Orb in an easy way. It changed his life completely. Not only did it grant Emrys the ability to level up the Soul Orbs to the Mythical level that no one in the world knew about, but it also provided him the "Soul Mark" that gave him the ability to manipulate space itself. But this Multicolored Orb seems to be more mysterious than Emrys originally thought. There was much more to it than just a SYSTEM and a few abilities. This Multicolored Orb was an inheritance item of a Supreme Being, one who had surpassed the constraints of a reality known as "Cultivation". In the universe, every creature engages in a relentless struggle, fighting, killing, betraying, and enduring countless hardships to advance along the path of cultivation. Yet, this Supreme Being had transcended beyond this reality. How? Let's walk on this journey together with Emrys to know the answer. At the same time, we can see how he becomes the Walker of Blue Sky. ______________________________ Readers might find grammatical errors so please ignore them and enjoy the story. The cover is not mine, all credit goes to the original creator.
RazaKarim · 460.4K Views

Stars in the sky:Humanity

In a distant future, humanity has achieved the incredible feat of conquering the stars, establishing vibrant colonies across galaxies. Yet, amid this grand pursuit of exploration and technological advancement, people have sadly lost touch with the essence of what it means to be human—compassion, connection, and the intricate beauty of emotional experiences. Against this backdrop, we follow Lyra, an adventurous young man with dreams of exploring the cosmos. Eager to uncover the universe's mysteries, he is selected for a prestigious mission to Elysium, an enigmatic planet cloaked in legends and whispered tales of an ancient civilization that once thrived there. Upon the team's arrival on Elysium, they are immediately enchanted by its breathtaking landscapes—towering crystalline mountains, iridescent forests, and vibrant skies that shift colors with the time of day. As they establish their research base, Lyra encounters an extraordinary artifact: a shimmering, ethereal orb pulsating with a soft light. This mesmerizing orb possesses an uncanny ability to project vivid images drawn from the memories of the planet’s long-gone inhabitants. As Lyra interacts with the orb, he is whisked away through time, witnessing poignant and powerful scenes—lovers embracing beneath the glow of two setting suns, smiles shared during moments of triumph and joy, and heart-wrenching farewells that echo a universal sense of loss. Each memory reveals the depth of human emotions, illustrating connections that transcend time and space, reminding Lyra of the warmth and complexity that come with genuine relationships. Captivated by these hauntingly beautiful portrayals, Lyra begins to question the sterile, disconnected world he has left behind. His fellow team members notice his growing attachment to the artifact and its evocative memories. Drawn in by the allure of this lost civilization, they engage in deep discussions about the meaning of profound feeling—love and loss. Through these exchanges, Lyra and his team embark on a transformative journey of introspection, grappling with the existential emptiness that has seeped into their technologically advanced society. With every new memory, the weight of their reality presses down on Lyra. He faces a pivotal choice: should he return to the cold and alienating world of human achievement, where genuine connection feels nearly impossible? Or should he embrace the emotional resonance he has discovered on Elysium, possibly seeking a new, more meaningful existence among the stars, inspired by the love and longing of those who came before him? This struggle lies at the heart of Lyra’s journey—a quest not only for exploration in the vast universe but also for rediscovering what it truly means to be human. As the echoes of the past linger in his heart and mind, he must choose a path that will define his identity and the legacy he wishes to leave behind.
AtallahN0_harem · 714 Views
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