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O novo romance "Espaço de Renascimento: O Charme dos Anos 80" foi lançado~ Como a filha mais velha do galho principal da Família Yang, a satisfação de Yang Ruxin era construir a fortuna da família e apoiar seus irmãos mais novos. Mas por que aquele cara cego e aleijado era um Espírito Tão Implacável? Quando ela cozinhava, ele vinha acender o fogo; Quando ela montava sua barraquinha, ele a seguia para vender suas mercadorias... "Olha aqui, Sr. Gu, você precisa ajudar em tudo que eu faço?" Yang Ruxin perguntou com um toque de irritação. "Sim," Sr. Gu assentiu seriamente. "Então agora eu quero..." "Esposa." Sr. Gu levantou-se às pressas de sua cadeira de rodas, "enquanto não nos separarmos, darei tudo o que você quiser."

Every night, Rey found himself locked in an endless battle with insomnia. Recently, he discovered the reason—he was suffering from a chronic illness. The diagnosis was grim, with the shadow of death lurking closer than he had ever imagined. Hope began to slip through his fingers like sand. He wasn’t suicidal, but he was losing the will to fight. Then, one ordinary day, something extraordinary happened. As dusk settled and silence filled the room, a soft wisp of blue smoke began curling out of the spout of a Chinese teapot he had recently purchased. Startled, Rey backed away as the smoke thickened and formed into a shape. A deep, echoing voice filled the room: "Make a wish, my master. I am here to serve you. But be warned—there is only one wish. Once made, it cannot be undone." Rey didn’t hesitate. “I want to be healthy. I want to live.” The voice rumbled again, this time more solemnly: "Your wish comes with a price. The universe must remain in balance. You have 365 days to find a reason to live. If you do, their source of life will become yours. If you don’t… you will die." Now, the countdown begins. Will Rey find his reason to live? Or will time run out?

What is the Truth? What is a Lie? In the palace, no one truly knows. The empire mourns a dead emperor and a lost empress. The throne shines beneath the crown worn by a young and noble second prince -- beloved by all, pitied by many. But when the first prince returns, the air thickens with suspicion. To some, he is the villain who fled in the night. To others, he is the rightful heir, wronged and forgotten. As court whispers twist like smoke and blood ties blur, the brothers must face a question that no one dares to speak aloud: 'Who is the victim? Who is the culprit? In a world of shapeless lies and formless truths, the answer is never what is seems.

[No Trash Protagonist] [No Harem] [Farming & Clan Management]  The path to immortality is one of solitude, of loneliness, of chilling heights where few can stand.  Song Changsheng arrives with a Daoist scripture in hand. Faced with the earnest guidance of his elders, the high hopes of his clan, and the hardships threatening their survival...  He and countless sons of the Song family push forward against the current—generation after generation passing on the torch, falling and rising—until the Song Immortal Clan stands tall atop the world!  And when he one day looks back from the summit, all the trials and tribulations of the past will be but smoke in the wind. 

Seorang ahli Dao Pedang, menguasai Kontrol Pedang melintasi ribuan mil, melintasi langit dan bumi. Seorang Master Alkimia Puncak dengan kekuatan tertinggi, Kota Obat mereka dapat menghidupkan kembali yang mati dan meregenerasi tulang. Eliksir Jimat dapat menghancurkan musuh kuat dan iblis. Ahli Eliksir Eternal Life termuda di benua ini dikhianati selama pemurnian Pil Kehidupan Abadi. Tiga tahun kemudian, seorang pemuda bernama Chu Feng dari Sword King Mansion yang telah jatuh bergabung dengan Sekte Pedang Sepuluh Ribu. Musuh dan murid-murid pengkhianat yang pernah menentang Ahli Eliksir Eternal Life sekarang berada dalam ketakutan yang mendalam.

A new work from the author of 'Astral Pet Store', welcome to enjoy it! ———— In chaotic times, one seeks survival; in prosperous times, one seeks fame. Despite being weathered by the vicissitudes of life, the Great Yu Dynasty still found itself in an era of prosperity. In the northwest, a youth trekked nine thousand miles on foot, slaying the Great Demon alone to compete for a lifetime of glory. In Long Lake, an unmatched Grandmaster hurried to the mortal realm to establish a sect, leaving his name to be revered for a hundred generations. In the imperial capital, a saintly figure spread his teachings far and wide, with followers throughout Qingzhou, his legacy lasting forever. Yet within Qingzhou City, in the compound of a family with a long military heritage, there was a child who never engaged in serious pursuits, instead spending his days playing chess, painting, fishing, and playing the zither. Years later— …… When the sword rose, dragon smoke stretched for three thousand miles, and a single strike wiped out the cities of nine provinces! Among all the laws of the world, only I, have entered the path. …… 【Light-Hearted Humor】【Martial Path Panel】【Art Master】【Scheming】

In the Ancient Era, the Demon clan vanished without a trace. In more recent times, the Dragon Clan disappeared. The age when the divine way flourished had faded away like smoke, and the pinnacle of the flying swords era eventually fell into decline… What has happened to this world? Who will listen to the historical truth buried in the long river of time? Bodies were strewn over a thousand miles of mountains and river; the harrowing hunger of tigers depicted across a hundred years of heaven and earth. The impartiality of the cosmos is as heartless as ever, Yet I possess a burning red heart—one that patrols the heavens! —————— Welcome to the Immortal Sword World, where emotions run deep. ——————

In an era of steam and machinery a world teetering on the edge of progress and horror, a new breed of predator stalks the streets. Once human, these cursed vile beings mutate into monstrous hybrids of man and beast, driven by an insatiable hunger for human flesh and madness. Their existence is a secret, whispered about in the smoke filled alleys and factory floors, where missing persons posters fade into the grime of the many cities around Europe. As the threat grows, a secret group of guardians forms in the shadows. Their mission: eliminate the monsters, protect the innocent, and keep the truth buried. To the public. Behind the smoke and steel of progress, a hidden war rages one of blood, horror, and sanity slowly slipping away. Who is the prey, who is the hunter who will survive in this god forsaken world.

In a world where magic and machines are the twin engines of empire, power is everything—and those without it are left to rot. Raden Sora is a ten-year-old street kid surviving in the soot-choked ghettos of Kadiean’s Northern Reaches. With factories belching smoke, snow turned to sludge, and the constant threat of starvation, Raden’s only hope lies in the empire’s mandatory magic assessment—a single chance to rise from filth to fortune. Alongside his best friend, the bold and reckless Jay Racker, Raden dreams of escape, of clean clothes, warm food, and maybe, just maybe, a life beyond the alleys and ash. But when the assessment reveals a dangerous potential buried deep within him, Raden is thrust into a world of ruthless training, political manipulation, and war. Recruited into the Mage Breakers—an elite force tasked with hunting rogue mages who defy imperial rule—Raden must learn to wield power without losing himself to it. Because in a land where magic serves the machine, and loyalty is bought with blood, becoming a weapon might be the only way to survive. A gritty coming-of-age fantasy filled with smoke, steel, and sorcery, Mage Breaker is the story of a boy who rose from the gutter to stand against the very system that created him.

``` —La madrastra de Shi Qian la engañó y la forzó a casarse con un hombre en estado vegetativo. Había tres cosas buenas de él. ¡Era rico, guapo... e incapaz de despertar! Fu Sinian, quien había estado en coma durante más de tres años, despertó y encontró que de repente tenía una esposa. Su pequeña esposa era justa, bella y tenía piernas largas. "¡Si no me amas, no te necesito!" Fu Sinian dijo y fríamente lanzó los papeles de divorcio. —Poco después, la famosa Shi Qian fue capturada en una fotografía en el lujoso coche del pez gordo, Fu Sinian. Fu Sinian aclaró públicamente y dijo: "La Señorita Shi y yo estamos conocidos". Netizens: "¿Solo están conocidos? ¡Ambos son llevados en el mismo coche! ¡Estamos esperando que nos den una bofetada con sus palabras, Joven Maestro Fu! ¡Nueve millones de fanáticos están mirando y esperando!" —Poco después, Shi Qian, que era popular en el círculo, fue fotografiada nuevamente entrando al hotel al mismo tiempo que Fu Sinian y solo salió después de tres días. Fu Sinian aclaró de nuevo: "La Señorita Shi y yo no tenemos ese tipo de relación. No estamos saliendo". Netizens: "¡El Sr. Fu debe haber fallado en su conquista! Si hubiese una chica que el Joven Maestro Fu no pudiera manejar en este mundo, debe ser su diosa, Shi Qian!" —¡Treinta millones de fanáticos continuaban comiendo palomitas y viendo el drama! Más tarde, Shi Qian, quien tiene doscientos millones de fanáticos, tuvo náuseas matutinas mientras estaba en la Ceremonia de Premiación a la Mejor Actriz! Fu Sinian caminó lentamente hacia el escenario y abrazó la cintura de Shi Qian y dijo: "Gracias por la preocupación de todos. ¡La Señora Fu está embarazada de nuestro segundo hijo!" ¡Los doscientos millones de fanáticos estaban confundidos. ¿La hermosa Shi Qian estaba embarazada de su segundo hijo? —¡Estaban viendo el drama desarrollarse todo el camino! ¿Cuándo dejaron de seguir el ritmo? ```

> Yun Wao was just trying to vibe. He partied in another city, made a few jokes, flirted with the wrong girl, and thought life was going great. Then he came back home and found his entire dynasty reduced to ashes. No family. No friends. No king. No survivors. Just him... and the smoke. Now? Yun Wao’s walking the path of cultivation — not because he wants glory, but because someone’s gonna pay. This is the story of the Immortal Born from Ashes. It starts with tragedy. It continues with chaos. And somehow, it might even end with him smiling from the heart again. ...

The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." —Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

Adam Smith is torn away from his home at the age of 23 and reborn and Tony Stark. Can he survive the marvel world or will he be crushed by the weight of the villains and even heroes in this insane new world? Will be a combination of several different versions of marvel such as mainline comics, the MCU and others will NOT be a harem though it will have several women after him, similar to spider man or Batman will attempt to post two chapters every day

[WSA 2025 Entry] There is a shop. hidden deep in the misted alleys of Lowbridge District. A place where the desperate trade gold for whispered promises. Trinkets. Relics. Cursed objects. Some say the shopkeeper is a sorcerer. Others claim he is a prophet. Only one truth remains. Every artifact he sells changes the fate of its owner. But behind the cracked glass and faded ledgers... The shopkeeper himself has no idea what he's doing. Lies and legends blur in the smoke. And soon, even the gods begin to take notice.

Hi! I’m Dog-Eared. I’m five. I’m made of smoke, ink, bad decisions, and narrative regret. Once upon a disaster, a guy named Ren tried to do the right thing and ended up breaking the world. So dramatic. He got superpowered, maybe cursed, maybe chosen, and then he died or didn’t or maybe became furniture—depends who you ask! He saw gods, monsters, and lies pretending to be fate. That part? That was Volume Zero. really cofusing stuff! Now we follow Aoto. Just some normal guy from a rich family. Bit angsty. Bit soft. Got rejected from every good university. Overshadowed by his sisters. Classic loser arc. 10/10 setup. No powers. No goals. Until he finds me—a weird old book with no words and a creepy vibe. Fast-forward some violent strangers with weapons, and oopsie—I’m born! That’s right. I’m the book. I’m Dog-Eared. I know stuff. Probably. I talk a lot. Also maybe cursed. Definitely annoying. Anyway! bye!

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

A fantasy world teetering on the edge of an industrial revolution. Where smoke rises, gears turn, and yet no invention rivals the power of the Sorcerers. Beneath the surface of progress lie forgotten histories and truths buried by the enigmatic Protogenoi. Who pulls the strings behind our fates? Who pens the stories we believe are our own? Inspired by the Renaissance / Romantic, alongside Medieval and early Industrial Revolution era, this low-fantasy realm is alight with the first embers of progress, yet still steeped in Mysticism, Occultism, ancient Spells, Sacred Artifacts, and creatures born from the forgotten depths. No matter how brightly the fires of reason burn, the unknown always waits beyond the light. Follow our travelers, their destinies bound by invisible threads, as they uncover the secrets of the Protogenoi and the Ancient Archons. All they while they slowly develop powers due to the Lineages of the Mythological Creatures of Old.

She was meant to kneel before the throne. Instead, she set the kingdom on fire. Elira has no name worth remembering—just a past veiled in ash and a spark of forbidden magic she was never meant to carry. Chosen as the bride for Crown Prince Auren, she is thrust from obscurity into a palace of masks and mirrors, where beauty hides cruelty and every oath drips with blood. But Elira is not just another pawn. She is Flameborn—a legacy feared, a prophecy buried, a fire the Crown failed to extinguish. And that fire is rising again. As rebellion spreads like smoke and ancient powers awaken, Elira must choose between love and vengeance, destiny and destruction. With every step, the line between savior and monster blurs. And in the heart of it all stands Prince Auren—the heir bound to a dying throne, torn between the kingdom he swore to protect and the girl who was born to burn it down. Loyalties will shatter. Kingdoms will fall. And in the end, only the fire will decide who survives. In a kingdom ruled by silence, will love survive the fire—or be consumed by it?

In a world that chose science over gods, the divine returned anyway… and it was furious. Sekai Town is untouched. Peaceful. Boring. Despite two suns in the sky and a spiral moon glaring down, life remains quiet — and Haru Airumoto wants it to stay that way. He doesn’t care for the relics, called Arcs, now scattered across Japan. He doesn’t believe in Fateforms, soul-bound manifestations tied to destiny. And he absolutely wants nothing to do with the god-things that call themselves Lusts. But when a strange man collapses at his crush’s doorstep, clutching a stolen relic… When red smoke pours from her unconscious body… When the town’s divine sirens — silent for ten years — begin to scream… …Haru remembers something he was never meant to: An eye. A voice. A relic he destroyed when he was eight years old. And now it wants him back.

In a world where ancient cultivation arts are fading into legend, a quiet teenage boy named Kael lives in the forgotten village of Ashborne—once a sanctuary of peace, now reduced to smoke and silence. When disaster strikes and shadows descend upon his home, Kael is forced to awaken a strength buried deep within him. Armed with only a chipped training blade and a resolve forged in loss, he steps into a path meant for warriors far older than he. As flames consume the past and whispers of power stir in the air, Kael unleashes his first true slash—not in anger, but in unshakable purpose. What begins as survival becomes a journey of transformation. Haunted by echoes of an ancient legacy and pursued by forces who fear what he might become, Kael must rise—one battle, one breath, one step at a time. He doesn’t seek revenge. He seeks to protect. And in doing so, he may become the storm that reshapes the world.

In the shadow-drenched underworld of a sprawling metropolis, where loyalty is currency and betrayal is death, The Don's Game unfolds like a symphony of silence. The city breathes through rain-slicked streets, neon reflections on shattered glass, and whispers in smoke-filled rooms. A lone figure walks the thin line between vengeance and oblivion, navigating a labyrinth of power, blood, and forgotten promises. From the dim glow of underground sanctuaries to the glittering façade of high society, every frame pulses with tension. Visually rich and emotionally charged, this story weaves together past and present through haunting imagery, flickering candlelight in abandoned chapels, the cold gleam of steel beneath tailored suits, and the quiet resolve in a man’s eyes as he steps into war. This is not just a tale of crime, it’s a visual poem of retribution, told without words, where every glance, every gesture, speaks volumes. The Don's Game is a journey through darkness, lit only by the fire of one man’s purpose.

[Sequel to RONGER: Rise of Adventure] Alex Foster Cane has vanished. After barely surviving a brutal surgery, he was stolen from Grinlock HQ by a figure no one could stop—one who walked through walls like smoke and shadow. His squad is shattered. His enemies grow bolder. But Alex? He’s already started his journey. A journey into chaos. Into truth. Into everything they tried to bury. He’s no longer running from fate. He’s no longer hiding from the weight of who he is. Because now, the prophecy is calling him loud—and this time, he answers. When he returns… he won’t be the same. Start with Book 1 — “RONGER: Rise of Adventure” — before diving in. Everything begins there. The hero vanished. The legend begins.

My name is Clarise, I was in high school when I had a special friend, her name was Karol… Missis Karol a young math teacher from my school, who almost every day was smoking a cigarette at the smoking area, sometimes with another teacher Missis Stephany. I know that smoking in bad for health, but, for a strange (or weird) reason, I liked to see her smoking. Sometimes I had seen her smoking in the school smoking area and I loved it. One day she caught me watching her smoking… and my story started here.

June 22: Chronicles of the Undead Six months after the zombie apocalypse began, J.K. documents his daily fight for survival in a world overrun by the dead. Living with a small group in a crumbling farmhouse, every day brings new danger, hard choices, and haunting memories. When a distant smoke signal hints at other survivors, J.K. must decide: stay hidden or risk everything for a chance at hope? Told through gripping journal entries, this post-apocalyptic tale explores the cost of survival—and what it means to truly live.

Some crowns are forged in blood. Others are drowned beneath it. In a city strangled by smoke and silence, where children are shackled to machines and shadows rule behind gilded masks, Keiran is just another forgotten soul—until the mark appears. Buried beneath the factory’s foundations lies a world long erased from history. Ancient oaths whisper through stone and water, and something older than memory begins to stir. As Keiran is drawn deeper into the abyss, he uncovers a legacy not meant for mortal hands—a crown shattered in defiance, a flood sealed by sacrifice, and a power that demands a price. Hunted by tyrants, haunted by echoes, and bound to secrets he never asked for, Keiran must choose: drown in the tide of what came before, or rise against the current and reclaim what the world was forced to forget. But the deeper he goes, the more the truth unravels… And beneath it all, something still breathes. [Due to school only able to post 5-6 times a week sorry ;{ ]

In a world ruled by swords and sorcery, Elias Voss, son of a legendary knight—struggles to live up to a legacy built on pride. Trained in the elegant but demanding Heaven’s Play sword style, Elias is promoted far beyond his experience and forced to lead in a brutal war. As he grapples with failure, guilt, and the cost of leadership, Elias embarks on a journey to find his own strength—not through glory, but through growth, empathy, and the quiet resolve to become someone worth following.

Disclaimer: This story contains sensitive details such as cheating, affair and domestic abuse, childhood trauma and sexual imagery. This book is for 16 years and above, and certain chapters are for 18 years and above. ------------------------------------------------ A story about healing, about loved ones, and about loving someone right. Jasmine is tired. She is tired of relationships that don't last long. So, she has decided to go with a no-relationships policy until she meets her senior, Kriti, on a smoke break and drunk, who happens to be her cousin Siddharth's friend and the student head of the university. A drunken mistake leads to sparks that were once hidden deep inside her heart and reveals the darkest secrets, but at a cost. Jasmine can't date Kriti as Kriti is in a relationship and is soon leaving for higher studies. Will Jasmine be able to navigate through her love life successfully? (You can find this novel on Wattpad with the same title.)

"She stole from a legend. Now he’s watching.” Sera was raised in silence and smoke. A thief of unmatched skill, She believes in nothing—not in rules, not in people, not in love. She lives between rooftops and alleyways, Taking what she wants. Vanishing without a trace. Until the night she stole an ancient amulet— One that belonged to Prince Ilarious, A creature of myth, Older than kingdoms, colder than death. From that moment, He began watching. Not chasing. Just… appearing. Smiling. As if what she took wasn’t just his— But part of him. She doesn’t know what he wants. She doesn’t know how to escape. She stole from a legend—and now she pays the price, but the debt is far from clear. (This is a side story to "When Crows Weep". It can be read on its own or after the main novel)