Kit Harington Monologue

Theo Duskblood was born to crush protagonists. In his past life, he was just another bored young man—fed up with cliché stories where goody-two-shoes heroes always won, villains existed only to be face-slapped, and the “righteous” always got the girl. One car accident later, he opens his eyes in a new world… inside the body of the most punchable rich heir imaginable. Handsome. Arrogant. Obscenely wealthy. And now equipped with something the old world never gave him: The Arrogant Young Master System. > “Detected a righteous protagonist flaunting justice nearby… Initiating ego boost. +10 to smug aura.” “Mission: Steal his destiny. Bonus reward if you also steal his girl.” With a system that rewards petty flexes, dramatic entrances, and shameless villainy, Theo is done playing by hero rules. He’s here to mock plot armor, ruin chosen ones, and rewrite every cliché from the villain’s throne. > “Time to ruin another protagonist’s life. What? He’s cultivating love and justice? I’m cultivating sarcasm and scandal.” Theo will crush destiny under polished boots, seduce heroines mid-monologue, and prove once and for all: The villain always has more fun.

--- The Mirror Between Us is a razor-edged romance-thriller about two rich kids unraveling behind closed doors. Kit has reinvented himself since his mother died—trading grief for bravado, innocence for something sharper. Delorah is beautiful, bitter, and bored stiff under the watchful eye of absent, powerful parents. When they meet at a party and share their first hit, something clicks—and it’s electric. Their secret fling turns volatile fast, tangled in drugs, violence, and the lies they tell to stay one step ahead of the people trying to control them. But privilege only protects you for so long. When a brutal moment at a party starts circulating in whispers and screenshots, the world they thought they could hide in begins to collapse. And there’s no way out without burning everything down. ---

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 100PS-1 Extra Chapter. 200PS-2 Extra Chapters. 300PS -3 Extra Chapters. 400PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 20 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 40 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 80 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 160 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 320 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will be spread across the week if it's too much. [that will be a nice problem to have.]) Special Incentives: 1. Privilege: > Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. > Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier. 2. Gifts: > 1 Luxury Car = 1 bonus chapters > 1 Dragon = 2 bonus chapters > 1 Magic Castle = 4 bonus chapters > 1 Spacecraft = 8 bonus chapters > 1 Golden Gachapon = 12 bonus chapters including; addressing you as "Your Highness" in every chapter's comment section.

Alaric was just your average cynical gamer who spent way too much time finding broken combos in video games. One wrong step and a tangled headset cord later… boom, he's dead. Now reincarnated in a classic fantasy world, he’s ready to min-max his way to greatness. There’s just one problem. His cheat skill? ‘Basic Material Refinement.’ D-Rank. Utter garbage. Except… it’s not. Turns out, Alaric can purify junk so thoroughly it becomes absurdly powerful. A rusty nail becomes a needle that pierces enchanted steel. Slime goo becomes world-breaking glue. He’s crafting divine-tier artifacts out of literal trash, and no one knows how he’s doing it. Add in his sarcastic inner monologue, a dangerously theory-obsessed brain, and a habit of accidentally looking like a hero while failing miserably at being a pervert—and you’ve got a totally broken protagonist in a world that's clearly not ready for him. He’s not here to save the world. He’s here to break it. One trash item at a time.

Born into apathy, raised in silence, and named after garbage, Fugomi never asked to exist. Surrounded by cold hands and colder hearts, his first word was the insult his parents threw at him—"trash." With no love to anchor him, Fugomi drifts through early life as a ghost in his own story, unwanted and unseen. But beneath the neglect, a flicker of awareness grows. As he stumbles through a world that never wanted him, Fugomi begins to question the meaning of his name, his identity, and whether he is doomed to be nothing more than what others have called him. His journey is not one of grand destiny, but of painful self-reclamation—from Fugomi, the discarded, to Kaito, the one who chooses to live. Told through fractured memories, raw inner monologues, and a lingering sense of dread, The Boy Named Trash is a haunting dive into emotional abandonment, childhood isolation, and the fragile power of choosing your own name when no one else will.

Kyoto. The city of a thousand temples. And a thousand curses. Kit Navajo is an ordinary high school student, until one day he finds himself trapped inside the "Dome," a warped space that hides the hunt for ancient monsters created from artifacts from human eyes. But he didn't die. He touched. Now his skin bears the Mark. His eyes see the Essence. And he has become something even hunters fear: The Cursed Relicologist is someone who can survive contact with forbidden relics. The hunt has begun. But who is the hunter? And who is the artifact? [ temporarily suspended, to work out the scenario for new chapters ]

Shaun’s life was already in free-fall: fired from a suspiciously shady job, drowning his sorrows in questionable alcohol, and wrapping things up with a classic car crash. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided this wasn’t rock bottom—nope, Shaun was getting reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not even as a sidekick. Nope, Shaun wakes up as **Shaun** (no, not a typo)—a tragic background extra from a fantasy novel. You know, the kind of character whose job is to exist solely for pain, ridicule, and the occasional wallet-theft subplot. This Shaun? Father walked out. Mother ghosted him for a "better future." Property sharks, mobsters, and scam artists all sniffing around what little he owns. But hey, he somehow clawed his way into a prestigious academy! A chance at redemption, right? Wrong. Enter stage left: bullies. First, the villains make him a punching bag. Then the so-called *heroes* decide, "Yeah, let’s take turns too!" Normally, this poor soul would accept his fate, because that’s what he’s written to do. But reincarnated Shaun? He didn’t read that memo. He has… let’s say, *creative solutions* to his problems. Where the original Shaun took beatings with a grimace, this Shaun hands out payback with a cold smile and zero guilt. Bullies? Meet karma, wielded like a sledgehammer. But something’s off. The script’s changing. People are acting weird. They’re *recognizing* him, approaching him like they know secrets he hasn’t been briefed on. And that internal monologue habit he has? Turns out it’s not so internal anymore. A growing number of eavesdroppers think his sarcastic, third-person narration is… important. please do not leave any review both positive or negative until you have read first 20 chapter new chapter is uploaded daily monday to saturday I AM ALSO UPLOADING SAME SERIES ON ROYAL ROADS UNDER THE NAME kingorka

I was supposed to die five minutes in. That was the job—show up, monologue badly, get one-shot by the protagonist, and respawn next patch with worse stats. But then... the game crashed. And when I woke up, I wasn’t just Zerik the Tutorial Boss—I was Zerik the Bugged. Glitched stats, busted skills, a cursed pop-up I can’t close, and a system that keeps calling me the “Final Boss Candidate.” Worse? The protagonist missed his spawn point, the hero’s party is late, and the NPCs think I’m some legendary reborn deity who speaks only in cryptic memes and sarcastic rants. Now I’ve got: A mana-draining cat familiar that drinks espresso. A passive that makes every important character misinterpret my words as prophecy. And a System window that keeps throwing "balance patches" at me mid-fight like it's a game dev on caffeine. I didn’t ask to be the villain. I didn’t even ask to be alive. But if this world wants a Final Boss, fine—I’ll give them one. Right after I figure out how to close this damn tutorial.

Kim Shin is tired—of work, life, and being exploited by his pumpkin-faced boss. His only escape? World of Lost Cultivators, a brutal MMORPG he’s played (and rage-quit) for five grueling years. But when he finally beats it—100% completion, soloing the Demon Sovereign—he unlocks a secret reward… and accidentally accepts an offer he can’t take back. Now reborn into the actual cultivation world he once gamed through, Kim Shin finds himself hunted by martial sects, born in a merchant cart mid-escape, and rocking the most sarcastic inner monologue the Murim realm has ever not asked for. His only cheat? A time-dilated personal dimension that he won’t unlock for another five years. No god-tier stats. No harem. Just brains, sarcasm, and grind. With corruption in the streets, flying sword-men overhead, and his existential cynicism still intact, Kim Shin must claw his way through sect politics, spiritual beasts, and broken power systems. Because in this world, grinding isn't just painful—it's personal

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

"No! No! No!" "Don't just leave her!" "Fuck!" "You could have saved her during your whole minute monologue!" "Fuck This Edgy MC!" "If I were you, I can do better!" ... "Why?" "Why did you just leave them all?" "But you saved the others... with interests though... for literal 'fuck' sake..." ... "I want to save." "In my life." "At least one." "One damsel in distress." ----------------- Cover is not mine. Here is the link of the cover: https://wallpapercave.com/korean-girls-realistic-anime-wallpapers Specifically: https://wallpapercave.com/wp/wp3993127.png

Tham's desperate fight for humanity's future In the year 2050, Tham is one of the last human survivors in a world ravaged by bioweapons, where mutated creatures roam and despair is a constant companion. While scavenging, he discovers a mysterious, glowing circuit board. Upon touching it, he's electrocuted, and the board integrates into his body, activating a "Time-Travel System." A synthesized voice informs Tham that he is "the last chosen one" and his mission is to establish the last stronghold for humanity. The system grants him the astonishing ability to travel between the ruined future and the pre-apocalyptic past. His first task takes him to an even darker "ruined future" where he successfully finds basic medical supplies in a dilapidated pharmacy, including first aid kits, antibiotics, and a small surgical kit. Armed with these initial resources, Tham uses the system to travel back to the year 2025, a vibrant world full of life, utterly unlike his desolate reality. He quickly realizes he must adapt to this new environment. The system then gives him crucial sub-missions: gather information about biowarfare to prevent it and build relationships with skilled individuals to join his monumental mission. Despite the daunting challenges, Tham, a hardened survivor, accepts the responsibility, knowing humanity's future rests on his shoulders.

Lu Tong spent seven years studying medicine in the mountains, but upon returning home, he found everything had changed. His eldest sister, a victim of foul play, met a tragic end. His elder brother, wrongfully imprisoned, languished in dungeons. His father journeyed to the capital to seek justice, only to meet a watery demise on the road. His mother, driven to madness overnight, perished in flames. Lu Tong packed his medical kit and headed to the capital of Jingzhou. 'Debts must be repaid, and lives must be avenged! 'If there's no judge, then I'll be the judge from Hell!' In the capital, noble families faced successive tragedies, Commander Pei Yunxing quietly investigated the matter, And suspicions fell on a young woman from the Renxin Medical Hall. However... Before he could find evidence, The girl made her move against him first.

This story told through the lens of Ariela (Ari) Romo, a duke's daughter who learns she has healing magic. She is excited for this news, but doesn't realize that because of this she will be put in a forced engagement with the crown prince to serve as his own personal med-kit... AT AGE 8! Ariela spends the rest of her childhood preparing to become the perfect queen by day and preparing her escape at night. She plans a fake kidnapping right before her coming-of-age ceremony to trick the crown prince into thinking she was actually kidnapped. Thus, giving her more time so she can run the way she desires with the help of the high priest. She sheds her long hair and wears a glamour ring, changing her hair color, disguised as a male priest named Ari, healing commoners who can't afford healthcare. She stumbles upon a beautiful, dark-skinned succubus early in her journey, and feelings emerge between the two. This beautiful, dark succubus turns out to be the demon princess, Lysara Nocturae, and she and Ari come to an agreement. Ari would escort her safely back to Patala, her homeland and Ari would heal her people as needed while offering Ari asylum from the crown prince. Their journey is anything but smooth sailing with many hurdles getting in their way. ***Warning: This story has a close-call sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own discretion*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

"Curiosity killed the cat." The sinister man raised the edges of his lips into a grin before injecting the girl's neck ruthlessly, leaving her unconscious. [Disclaimer: Rated 18 solely for the blood and gore scenes. Extreme torture and abuse scenes included, however, a warning shall be given at the start of such chapters and I will be briefly explaining everything for those who skipped the chapters with such content. Read at your own discretion.] **** Nancy Morgan was an average college girl who was bored of her little-to-none thrilling life and wanted something new. But what she got for that was not necessarily what she asked for. She got into a life-threatening accident. Roth Rogers, her family friend, inserted a chip inside her brain to save her. However, it attracted evil people to go after her. To protect her from the upcoming dangers, Roth appointed his adopted son, Samuel Rogers as her bodyguard. However, more than the people who were trying to abduct her for the cutting-edge technology, Nancy's curiosity rang for her bodyguard's mysterious life. Little did she know, her curiosity unlocked many secrets and troubles.... Like Immortality and artificial diseases. Trapped in a dilemma of science and immortality, Nancy must find out more about her bodyguard, and his connection with all of the mess. **** [Excerpt] "How come you have appeared at my house?" Samuel asked, ignoring her question. "And at such an hour? Are your parents aware?" He was bombarding questions at her after her system told her strange things. Nancy was irritated enough to break his neck, but she kept her composure. "Listen here, you little shit, the system is saying you're hurt. And that's what I asked you. Only I ask the questions here." Nancy clarified before jumping onto the bed, an inch apart from him, as she ran her hand from his shirt's collar to the first button. Who wears dress shirts in bed? Before Nancy could unbutton his shirt, he grabbed her hand with a frown on his face. "I do not know what your system told you, but I must clarify that I am not hurt," Samuel said before moving her hand aside. "Prove it, then," Nancy muttered. "The system says it's a thoracic injury. Show me that it's not." "Even if there is one, I believe you have nothing to do with it." Samuel backfired. Right. Nancy had nothing to do with his matters. But she was dying to remove that shirt from him. No, no! Not for any other business. She just needed to see if the gunshot wound was still there or not. "Which means there is a wound," Nancy said, trying to sound unfazed by his words. "I'll help you treat it." She stood up before walking over to the nightstand opposite them to get the first-aid kit. He watched her with narrowed vision, and she stared back from the corner of her eye. {Probability of survival : 50%... 60%... 65%} {The Wound shows signs of healing. Abnormalities detected.} {Platelet count: Normal.} {Platelet function: Faster than normal.} The system kept raising abnormalities from Samuel as if the system could've never guessed for such an existence. It made Nancy wonder, too. She was sure he was another invention. One way, or another… He was involved. [Note: All my novels are fictional. None of the characters and events have actually taken place.] **** Join my ded discord server: https://discord.gg/HsYbkZP29D Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ **** Special Thanks to my mother for devising a name. I had been working on this for 2 years but I couldn't get a name. My mom asked me about the plot and I told her that it was complicated; That's when she said 'Dilemma' If you like complicated things, this is for you! Thank you for giving this a shot.

DEAR MIA THEME: HER BABIES DADDY __________________________________ (. . Tales of a homeless girl, she was thrown out of her home because of her best friend who is now her step-mom . .) ___________________________________ (. . My dear Mia, you were hurt because of me I'll hurt those who hurt you . .) ___________________________________ By Kit’s Library Don't copy or report WARNING: This book is extremely steamy, if you're patient enough to get to where it all starts. ~~~~~~~ #Unedited ___________________________________ PROLOGUE _____________ The rain fell like heaven was mourning her story. Mia stood at the edge of the driveway, soaked to the skin, her fingers trembling as she clutched the small duffel bag that held what was left of her world. Her once-best friend—Naomi—stood by the door, her expression smug as she watched Mia's shattered form disappear into the storm. Naomi had done the unthinkable—seduced Mia’s father, married him, and now claimed both her home and her dignity. "You're not welcome here anymore," Naomi had hissed hours earlier, her younger sister Julia giggling in the background like a vulture circling its prey. Mia didn’t argue. She didn’t beg. She just left. But she wasn’t just broken… she was pregnant. One night. One careless, electric night. That’s all it had been. The face of the man who fathered her child remained a blur in her memory, but the impact of their encounter would last forever. She didn’t even know his name. Just his scent. His rough hands. His piercing green eyes. She wandered the streets until her legs gave out and she collapsed on a park bench. The cold bit into her bones. She was seconds away from giving up when a voice called out—a woman's voice. Warm. Rich. Kind. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Mia looked up and saw a woman dressed in silk and cashmere, stepping out of a Rolls Royce like a guardian angel in heels. Her name was Indigo Vance, and she didn’t hesitate to open her arms—and her home—to the fragile, pregnant stranger before her. Months passed. Mia thrived. And when she gave birth to twins—Florish and Oliver—with stormy green eyes and that same mysterious charm, Indigo only smiled knowingly. Meanwhile, in a sleek glass tower in Manhattan, billionaire Shade Vance ran the most powerful company in New York with an iron fist. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But all of that changed the moment he saw a pregnant woman in the mall one afternoon. Their eyes met. Something shifted. A memory flickered. He didn’t know her. But somehow… she felt like home. When Mia was finally ready to work, Indigo offered her a position at Vance Corp—as Shade’s personal secretary. And that was when everything began again. Secrets. Sparks. Seduction. But it wouldn’t be easy. Because Julia—the bitter, beautiful ex who once broke Shade’s heart—is back. And this time, she’s determined to destroy anything in her way… including Mia. But Mia isn’t alone anymore. She has her children. She has Indigo. And soon, she’ll have her revenge, her love… and her name back. Because this is not just Mia’s story. This is her reckoning. Do you think Julia Mia's step sister would win back her ex boyfriend's heart? What about Mia's children? Ha! Interesting right? You don't wanna miss out so grab you popcorn cos this will be a ride you will never forget. ___________________________________ « TBC » ___________________________________ Like, Comment and share.

I died. Yeah, not in some grand battle or noble sacrifice—but by falling off a roller coaster. Next thing I know, I wake up in the body of a half-starved kid living in a moldy hut, with a so-called “legendary” physique that’s been nerfed by the heavens themselves. Surprise! I’m in a cultivation world now. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I hear it: [Ding! The Strongest Choice System has been bound to the host.] Great. A system. But instead of giving me power-ups, it hits me with choices—each one more ridiculous than the last. Option 1: Become the Protagonist. Get random plot armor, ancient legacies, fairy waifus… and a weekly assassination attempt. Option 2: Become the Villain. Cool monologues and evil laughs guaranteed. So is getting defeated by some random hero with gold fingers. Option 3: Walk away. Forge your own path. Stay under the radar, grow stronger in secret, and let all those walking clichés kill each other off. Guess which one I picked? Now, with the Innate Sacred Dao Fetus Physique, no fate, no drama, and no rules holding me back, I plan to live quietly, grow obscenely strong, and avoid trouble. ...Too bad this world doesn’t leave people like me alone for long. Watch out, cultivation world. Su Chen isn't playing by the script anymore.

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Villain, hero or antagonist? What does the world which was once surrounded by the void have in store for Koku Kurayami? will Koku live a normal life, the life of the hero, or the life of a villain or some other lifestyle? what devastating powers will he obtain? what’ll happen in his journey? Well Koku being a child born into poverty, without the knowledge of the world or even his last name, he bears a tough life, childhood and future, the choices of his actions present where he ends up, but then others lurking behind the scenes do too. Some watch, some act, against or alongside Koku, who's journey is nothing but lengthy throughout all of the lands, and lands between. Where monsters, humans and other races are all against the other and the sparks of war dawn on the world, Koku travels becoming stronger, #### is one of the main concerns. Where did his blood origins originate from, are they traceable? Many truths, many lies all things you will see Koku face. Update: The chapters of VSW are being re-working aka adapting the older writing to the newer writing. Thank you readers for supporting VSW enjoy your reads! List of things being reworked and improved: Monster development Side characters Dialogue Monologues World building Story telling Attention to detail Mysteries/hidden lore Symbolism Genre balance Powers Arcs Re structure of writing format. Current re worked chapters: Chapter 7/79 (In order. chap 1-7 are re-made) (After each volume is finished a, 1 month break will be taken)

To fall in love is to be selfish..i wish it was any different... t's always great to have someone that can never forget you..but having someone you can never forget is a curse..The hypocrisy of love.. This story was inspired by a short story by the same name from the author of Advent of three calamities.... enjoyed that short story and thought it was a shame the author never thought of expanding it NEVER STOPPED SMILING by [TH4TW31RD0] David has spent most of his life feeling like he's unraveling. With each doctor's visit and every sleepless night, his world shrinks around him, the possibilities narrowing until he feels like a shadow-always watching from the sidelines. He believes he's destined to disappear unnoticed, until he crosses paths with Amelia, a quiet, enigmatic girl who hides her own pain beneath layers of silence and distance In the world of a high school drama class, they're assigned as scene partners, and an unlikely connection begins to grow. Through shared rehearsals, hidden glances, and late-night conversations, David and Amelia discover a sanctuary in each other, a place where they can finally let their masks slip. From abandoned greenhouses to whispered monologues, they piece together a fragile hope, one that neither of them dared believe they deserved But as they learn to lean on each other, they're forced to confront the weight of the past and the fear of ar uncertain future. In a world that expects them to perform a version of themselves that feels false, David and Amelia must decide if they have the courage to live -and love-in the truth of who they really are Never stopped smiling is a hauntingly tender story about finding hope in unexpected places, facing thebeauty and chaos of life, and discovering that sometimes, the best parts of ourselves are hidden in the quietest spaces

Look, I didn’t ask to be broke in two worlds. In real life, I’m a nobody. A part-time convenience store worker and an unknown YouTuber with twelve subscribers. One of them is my mom. The other eleven? Probably bots. In Systemverse Online—the world's biggest VRMMORPG—I expected to become a legend. Instead? I got no starter kit, no system, and I spawned in wearing sandals. Ever seen a mage in flip-flops? Neither had I. Then I accidentally defeated a toxic player, and boom—something inside me unlocked. A system? No. Something better. I got a System that devours other systems. I don’t gain skills—I steal them. I don’t grow—I consume. You’ve got a cheat ability? Great, now I do too. Permanently. Now I’m rising through the ranks under everyone’s radar. Selling weird items, confusing top players, casually building a kingdom, and giving NPCs existential crises. One of them tried to confess her love. Another wants me to pay taxes. A third asked, “Am I real, or just code?” Bro, I don’t even know if I’m real anymore. But here's what I do know: I'm done being weak. I'm done being broke. And I’m absolutely done losing. I’ll devour everything—skills, systems, secrets, and eventually... this entire game. ———————————————— ⚠️ WARNING: No NTR No Yaoi No Yuri Only madness, power gains, polygamy, chaos, and NPCs who might accidentally fall in love Our MC is straight, smart, and not here to simp ———————————————— #SystemDevourer #OPMC #GameWorldGoneWrong #KingdomBuilding #ComedyAction #NPCsHaveFeelingsToo #NoNTR #StraightMCOnly #FourthWallShattered #WeakToBroken

After an untimely and embarrassingly clumsy death, Leo finds himself trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation—except there’s a catch. Instead of being reborn as a mighty hero or a prodigious genius, the universe keeps dumping him into random life forms. One moment he’s a majestic eagle soaring through the skies, the next he’s a confused squirrel getting chased by dogs. Then—boom—he’s a tree. Just… a tree. And don’t even get him started on the time he was a goldfish with a three-second memory. Armed with nothing but his snarky inner monologue and the fading memories of his past lives, Leo must navigate the absurdity of existence—one bizarre reincarnation at a time. Will he ever break free from this chaotic cycle? Or is he doomed to spend eternity as everything except what he actually wants to be?

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet he wishes I hold onto compassion. In his twisted form of madness, he has left me with no other choice. I shall let it fester until the day I make him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense. IG: o.c.e.a.n_quill

[Mystery + Horror + Livestream + System + National Fate] While others struggle to survive in the world of horror tales, I'm busy eating and flirting. While others cower and cling to life, I'm playing house with the paranormal. First Horror Scenario: The Creepy Online Lover 【You have a date with your online lover at 6 PM today at the café next to the hotel. But be warned: your online lover is human.】 【Always keep a Child Death Kit in your breast pocket.】 【Remember: unless she speaks to you first, you must not initiate conversation. If you do, you'll be contaminated.】 【You've been single for twenty years. If anyone claiming to be your ex-girlfriend shows up, immediately leave with your online lover.】 【There is a chicken named Ah Kun in the hotel room. It never crows. If it does, immediately lock it in the hotel bathroom.】 【Maintain a good relationship with your online lover.】

"Hi. I'm Akaash. I used to be a zombie. Now I'm a ghost. Still dead, just... cleaner." Death was supposed to be the end. For Akaash, it was just the next weird chapter. Once a brain-devouring undead prankster, Akaash has evolved - or devolved - into a ghost stuck somewhere between the living and the dead. He can float through walls, pull pranks on the unsuspecting, and monologue about how much he misses the taste of warm, squishy brains. But when he accidentally possesses the body of a dying human named Ravi and saves his life - kind of - Akaash finds himself wearing a stranger's skin with no idea how to give it back. Now posing as a medic in a ragtag band of survivors, Akaash must pretend to be human while unraveling a much bigger mystery: the Veil between worlds is thinning, ancient whispers are stirring, and ghosts like him are starting to vanish. Forever. With a mysterious spirit named Amara guiding him, a kid who sees too much, and a decaying world on the brink of a second apocalypse, Akaash must face the truth: He might be the only thing standing between oblivion and whatever comes after death. Funny, frightening, and full of soul (even if the main character doesn't technically have one), I Used to Eat Brains is a wildly original undead fantasy about identity, redemption, and the horrifying cost of being forgotten.

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This is not a typical college romance. Story is told entirely through fragmented thoughts and real-time inner monologue. Between Her Words and Mine follows Sophie, an anxious transfer student who navigates dorm life, social overload, and her interactions with a magnetic new roommate she can’t stop noticing. There’s no narration. No exposition. Every moment unfolds as it happens—raw, awkward, and unfiltered. No one explains themselves. No one stands still long enough to be understood. Feelings surface through spirals, silences, and misread glances. It’s not about falling in love, alteast not at first. It’s about overthinking a touch, hiding a blush, and wondering whether she smiled at you, or you just imagined it. If you’ve ever panicked in a quiet room, this one’s for you.

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