Pripara Prism Voice

The story follows Ryu Kento, a high school student who longs for a meaningful relationship but has never been able to get into one. He struggles with the emotional scars left by his abusive parents who abandoned him, leaving him to live alone in a small apartment. Ryu experiences vivid, recurring dreams of a faceless girl. In these dreams, she beckons him toward something mysterious, and over time, her face begins to reveal itself bit by bit, deepening the intrigue and emotional connection. These dreams create an atmosphere of sadness, tied to Ryu's past, as he finds himself longing for a bond he’s never truly had in real life. As the story progresses, a romance unfolds with the faceless girl, who turns out to be a transfer student at Ryu’s school. Alongside this growing connection, Ryu has two close friends at school who will play a significant role later in the story, supporting him through his struggles and helping him navigate the complexities of love, friendship, and healing. The story blends elements of romance, mystery, and emotional depth, with hints of sadness as Ryu comes to terms with his past and begins to uncover the truth about the faceless girl in his dreams.

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

Dominic chuckled and tucked his hands in his pockets. "This is what you signed yesterday, darling. You agreed to be my wife and the contract cannot be broken, you'll be mine forever." He whispered into her ear. Celine broke down in tears and pushed her away. She had said it that this man was dangerous! No wonder she doesn't want to have anything to do with him in the first instance. Why is her life so full of troubles? First, she was living in fear of being harassed by the loansharks and now she's married to a man she barely knows- this is even worse! "You fooled me and I can never forgive you for this!" Dominic moved closer, grabbing her waist and Celine pushed him away. Why was he so fond of grabbing her by the waist?! Dominic pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her neck. "You pervert! How could you?" She seethed. Dominic brought out a diamond ring box from his inner pocket, he took the ring and slipped it into Celine's fourth finger. "You should never take that ring off your finger. I don't want anyone to snatch you away from me because you're only for me and I'm serious about this. Always put if on!" He told her seriously. Celine tried to remove the ring but he held her hand. "Don't Celine! Don't take it off! I want to see it on you every time!" He declared. Celine wept more, her life had been ruined just in a matter of days! Dominic who was touched by her tears, wiped it with his handkerchief. "Cry no more, my love. I hate to see this way." "CEO Dom….." "Do not doubt my love for you. I promise to protect and cherish you all my days. I'll give you anything you want, Celine. You're my world." He said as their gaze locked. *** All she thought she signed was a business agreement, she thought she signed the documents for the loan grant but turns out Celine signed a forever marriage contract with the Vampire CEO. Will Celine be able to cope with her marriage? What is Dominic Davenport's hidden agenda? What would be Celine's reaction when she realized she's married to a vampire? Join me to unravel these secrets in this intriguing book. You'll surely love it.

The omnipotent wanderers is a story about two beings created by an unknown creator having the responsibility of protecting the creation. The unknown creator, an entity only known by its voice to them. Individually incomplete, they are unstoppable together. This is the story as they get to know about their true powers and their connection and about their journey as they fight maleficent powers of the underworld. Not possessed by the greatness of their powers, they fight alongside, guided by the voice.

On his deathbed, Yun Guo accepts an enigmatic voice’s offer of a second chance, sacrificing his sight to rewrite his fate. Awakening in a mysterious new world instead of his past, Yun must navigate its dangers blind, guided only by instinct and a cryptic voice. Tasked with restoring balance to the realm, he embarks on a perilous quest tied to an ancient artifact and secrets of his own soul. In this world of light and shadow, Yun must confront his past, forge new paths, and discover whether redemption is truly possible—or if he’s been led into darkness.

After transmigration, Lin Yue could hear a voice whispering in his ear every day, sharing all sorts of secrets with him. Small matters like the thoughts of the girl next door, to great mysteries like the secrets of the heavens, the voice persisted daily, broadcasting randomly. He originally wanted to live an unremarkable life, but in this world of Xianxia dynasties where mortals are considered as insignificant as weeds, the fate of an ordinary man without power is no longer in his own hands. Thus, he had no choice but to stop being 'just a person'. 'Your Majesty the Empress, you wouldn't want your secret of treason to be revealed by others, right?'

How long can one ignore the voices in their head? Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost. The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him. ======================================= Check out my other work! Valkyrie Smash.

Are your own voices echoing in an empty room more frightening, or is it being alone in that room with loneliness itself? How did I get to this situation? How could I be so reckless? Why did everyone see my life as normal? Why is it that while I'm running to hell, there are only spectators around me? As it is stated in Surat al-Kahf: "And you will understand that you will find no refuge other than Allah.” This verse became a light in the darkness surrounding my life, and I finally realized that I had no one to take refuge from except my Lord. I have found no other refuge from him. When I said that everything was over, my great miracle was included in my life. But I'm not worthy of him, nor is this heart of mine sensible enough to understand that… I guarantee a story that you will read with bated breath... how many pieces will Merve's world be divided into? Will Furkan be able to heal his wounds, or will he deepen those wounds even more? This is the story of finding yourself, getting lost and surviving... Are you ready to step into Merve's world now?

#Forbidden Love, #Sweet, #Doting, #Sweet Revenge "Why can't they let me go? I have done everything for them! I sacrificed everything, and I gave them everything, even my own eyes... I betrayed the only person who ever loved me! Why are you doing this to me? Why do they have to do this to me? " Zhou Yuxi, who was blind and crippled, crawled through the floor, she didn't know where to head or where to move to, but she was determined to crawl forward. She was determined to end this kind of life! She was determined to crawl to the end; she wanted to end all these miseries. "Just go on as you are going! Your end is just there... Just nearby, go on..." She could hear that voice that she wasn't familiar with and couldn't decipher if it was a female or male! But why was that voice telling her the end was just close by? Did this mean that she just needed to crawl forward, and she would get to the end? She struggled but kept moving until she felt she was at the edge of the unknown floor; she didn't stop but crawled forward, only to fall. "Nooooo! Don't..." She could hear that familiar voice trying to stop her but it was a tad bit too late. She opened her crippled hands trying to feel the fresh air.

Upon being bestowed various powers and abilities by an unknown voice, the entirety of the human race is tasked with choosing 10 people , one among of which will be crowned the "King Of Men".

"So, what do you want to do?" Audrey's voice was gentle yet probing, seeking a glimpse into the depths of my heart amidst the wreckage. "I want to forget it all," I replied, the words raw and desperate. "Forget our relationship, forget the lives I took." Fresh tears welled, blurring my vision. "Are you sure? Some memories are worth holding onto," she countered, her voice laced with worry, as if fearing I was making a choice I might regret. "Not when they hurt. Not when they're constant reminders of what could have been," I retorted, each word a painful admission. "I have a way," she said suddenly, a flicker of determination igniting her features. She headed upstairs, beckoning for me to follow. A small spark of curiosity flickered within me amidst my despair.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

In a world where advanced technology meets ancient magic, Aveline, a talented explorer from the lower classes, discovers a mysterious artifact that radiates incredible energy. The artifact attracts the attention of two great powers: the power-hungry Technocratic Empire and the secretive Magi Alliance. On her journey to uncover the truth, she meets Kael, a warrior from a Dark past who has a conflicting purpose behind him. As the conflict between the two camps escalates, their relationship is tested by betrayal, unexpected love, and difficult choices that could determine the fate of the world. Can love survive amidst war and ambition, or will their destinies be torn apart by unbridgeable differences?

tells the story of a man who falls in love with a woman, even though he has never seen her face. He has only heard her voice from her cellphone.

It was dark, very dark, an empty space, and in its midst, a voice, a strangely soothing voice, talking to me, me?, talking...to me? is this a dream?, am I.....asleep?

Do you ever imagine there's another world running right beside ours? . . . “Why don’t we put this in?" A woman speaks, her voice smooth, almost affectionate. “Nah, that’s too overpowered. Let’s add something different. Something… darker.” Then, a man’s voice interrupts, firm and unyielding. “Hey! Why don’t we make him a vampire?” The woman’s voice perks up, excited. A chill goes through me. Make what! vampire? Who! Me?! What—what are they talking about? The man lets out a skeptical grunt. “A vampire? Sure, that’s interesting, but it's too OP. Let's add something to balance it.” “Okay, okay,” she says, her tone still light, as though designing some casual new toy. “But let’s change the species—no blood-sucking from humans. It’s been done to death, too cliché right?” Blood-sucking? Humans? My mind spins. Are they actually talking about turning me into… some kind of creature? “Well,” the man chuckles, “there’s plenty else he could prey on in this world, isn’t there? We’ll give him something else to feed on.” The voices continue, completely oblivious to my horror. I lie helpless, only able to listen as they throw around options, shaping me, deciding my fate. My heart—if I even have one—pounds in the emptiness. I can’t see, move, or speak. But in their hands, I’m becoming something, one twisted decision at a time.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

David Marsh's carefree existence was disrupted when the shocking news of his classmate's attempted suicide reverberated through the school halls. As he struggled to comprehend the turmoil that had driven his classmate to such desperation, a mysterious voice echoed within David's mind. The voice, friendly and benevolent, harbored no sinister intent. Instead, it extended an unexpected request which was to pay a visit to the paranormal hospital where his classmate had been left alone. Join our discord server for fun, chill and to stay updated regarding novel. https://discord.gg/th6KWuRCRm Link for joining

I live in a metal palace. All my needs taken care of. Never will I go hungry or feel unprotected. A voice from the walls is my caretaker since I was young. I have large knights who guard me but never speak. I have no family or friends. I look out of my window to see paradise but All I want is to hear another voice besides my own and the machine. Will i ever have friends or a family?

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

Nkoli is on a journey to find herself while combating the voices in her head. Follow Nkoli as she stumbles down a cliff only to be lifted on the wings of love. A story of love, betrayals, compassion and purpose

Beaten, broken, and left for dead in a desolate alley, 35-year-old Pedri Nicko had lost everything. Once a promising underground boxer, betrayal and tragedy left him crippled and hopeless. Certain his story was over, Pedri prepared for the cold embrace of death. But just as the darkness closed in, a mechanical voice shattered the silence. [Ding! Congratulations, host! You have been chosen by the Legendary Boxing System. Task: Complete missions to unlock rewards.] The voice promised a chance to rewrite his fate, but Pedri dismissed it as a dying hallucination. Yet, as the system’s power awakened within him, his life took a dramatic turn. Armed with the Legendary Boxing System, Pedri embarks on a journey to reclaim his strength and honor. Can he rise from the ashes and forge a legend of his own?

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

In Prism, a city driven by arcane powers and divided by wealth and class. And me, a regular human being who woke up in the body of a broke teenager from the lower districts... Knowing the future of Prism, arcane secrets...yet bound with no resources. Such was my fate, the fate of an avid reader turned into the role of a third-rate villain

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

A child cursed from birth or maybe not totally cursed ok fine he is cursed but just a little bit

It was a very normal day for the inhabitants of planet Earth when an emotionless robotic voice resounded in every creature's mind. "Unawakened Planet#54673242 discovered" "Initiating Awakening" When mankind had finally adapted to these changes, the voice of the System rang once again. "Tutorial has ended. A war will be initiated for the ownership of Planet#54673242." Mankind fought long and hard but they were still no match for their enemies. Mankind lost. Ezekiel or Zeke as his friends knew him, was a researcher. He was one of the wisest humans and there was a spear sticking through his chest. As he was dying, he heard the System's voice. "Activation prerequisites met." "Activating Skill: Glitch???" "Remaining Uses: None" The last thing he heard before dying was, "You human vermin finally lost. This planet now belongs to the...wait! What is happening? Why is the Sys@#$%@$..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a regression novel. Also, check out my other book, Chaos Chronicles: Rise of the Cosmic Archon[Remastered] Cover by Forteller. For comissions, contact him at: maxisjay7@gmail.com

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

In the realm of Zim, there existed a boy who had been stripped of everything he held dear—his family, his friends, and his entire clan—leaving him ensnared in the depths of despair. In this profound silence of his sorrow, he suddenly became aware of two distinct voices whispering to him, each vying for his attention. The question now loomed: which voice would he choose to heed?

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?