Who Voices Sasuke

In the tale of history and the shrouds of darkness , who was watching ?, who was calling? The Voices of the unseen watching from the rifts awaiting their time of calamity. In the Shadow of the gods and monsters , nestled between nations lies a placed not marked on any official map, A place known only to those who need it most. They call it the House of Red-Hill To the mundane, it's a charitable home for war orphans and lost children. A quiet estate just beyond the edge of the Nation of Aegis , run by a woman once hailed as the brightest mind but Red-Hill is no sanctuary . beneath its warm halls and shared meals , the children are trained in silence, secrecy, and survival. They are taught not to pray but to act, to kill , to protect. Each child is raised to not just face the monsters lurking in the shadows but to be bought , licensed, and employed by those afraid to relay on divine mercy alone. Some call it salvation, Others call it exploitation. But to the children of Red-Hill, its just home. And every night , when the rifts groan , they lie awake in their beds.... waiting for their next assignment.

They say the body has memory. I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep. But I never even knew his real name. I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous. He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried. Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want. I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane. And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again. For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different. A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark. What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound. Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more. And the worst part? He's starting to want him, too. 18+ WARNING This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction. If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously. Read at your discretion.

Abandoned since childhood, the male protagonist lived a quiet, unremarkable life, until the day he awakened a strange and powerful ability: he could hear the inner voices of women. With this gift, he could understand their true thoughts, hidden desires, and deepest fears. Suddenly, everything changed. From a social outcast to an irresistible enigma, he began to navigate a world of secrets and seduction. His main goal? To earn the approval of the cold and powerful president’s. But along the way, hearts began to fall, first the alluring president, then the charming teacher’s aunt, followed by the seductive supervisor’s sister… With each connection, his influence grew. But with every new woman drawn to him, so too did the dangers of jealousy, secrets, and emotional entanglements. Who will be the next one? ...

The sea doesn't forget. In 1966, a fishing trawler departs Samar Island for a routine harvest. But beneath the surface, something ancient has risen. Lights move in spirals. Voices echo back from the water. Alfie Gambon and his crew are watched. Mimicked. Called by name. Inspired by Southeast Asian maritime folklore and the Saltborn mythos, Voices in the Wake is a psychological eco-horror story told in tides, song, and silence. When the sea sings, don't answer.

Cain babel gets dragged to fight the mysterious breakout; people who sold their soul to the devil join Cain as he finds out about the mysterious breakout

Violet Maxwell only wanted to escape reality so she chose the least threatening class in Sanctum Online: Healer. She never expected her party to betray her. She never expected to die in a corrupted dungeon. And she definitely never expected to come back… rewritten. SYSTEM ERROR: Healing Protocol Rejected. New Class Assigned — FATEBREAKER. Now marked as a system anomaly with powers no player should have, Violet can do more than heal. She can reverse death, rewrite stats, and corrupt entire quests. But the game doesn’t see her as a player anymore. It sees her as a threat. She’s hunted by Admin Hunters, elite enforcers sent to erase her led by Tyler Jackson, the game’s top ranked player and coldest executioner. But the longer Tyler chases her, the more he questions who the real enemy is: Violet... or the system they both serve. As glitched zones spread and gods start waking, Violet must choose: Heal the world. Or break it.

I moved into this house for peace. What I found was a voice — whispering beneath the floorboards. At first, I thought it was in my head. Sleep-deprived illusions, the old wood creaking. But the voice grew louder. It called my name. It told me things only I should know. It begged. It threatened. It wept. And every time I listened... I changed. As days blur into nights and reality slips through the cracks, I no longer know if I’m the only one living here. Or if the house is alive — feeding on me, molding me, watching me. This is not just a haunting. This is a descent — into the darkest parts of a mind, and a house that refuses to let go. You might hear them too, once you start reading. But be warned… The deeper you listen, the louder they become.

In a world where the boundary between life and death fractures with every whispered name, Through the Veil, a Voice follows Solan Maelvaran—a fallen prince resurrected within a heretic's corpse. Bound to an ancient system and haunted by a living shadow called Wyrm, Solan is thrust into the Veiled Labyrinth, a realm of trials where memory, identity, and soul are the price of power. As divine relics, sealed Names, and forbidden towers awaken, Solan must navigate esoteric horrors, unravel truths older than gods, and confront the nameless force that speaks through his blood. His journey will unmake reality—or remake it, if he survives.

They stole my name. They stole my family. Now they’re calling me a murderer.” April Davidson was five when her parents were slaughtered like animals. Six when the imposters took their place—plastic smiles, perfect lies, and three new “children” to replace the real heirs. Including her. For eleven years, April endured their cruelty—forced to live as a servant in the house her parents built, called ‘orphan trash’ by a world that didn’t know the truth. But the night their fake son is found dead, everything changes. The Davidsons call her a killer. The public calls her ungrateful. But April? She calls this payback. With chains around her wrists and fire in her eyes, she steps into the courtroom ready for war. They wanted a trial. She’ll give them an inferno. Because the family sitting in that courtroom? They’re not the real Davidsons. And April isn’t the helpless servant they think she is. This isn’t about proving her innocence. It’s about exposing every filthy secret this house has buried. And by the time she’s done, no one will be asking “Who is Real?” They’ll be asking who is left standing.

Prince Erik is the last of the dragons—raised in hiding, burning with vengeance, and disguised as a silent, brooding knight. Luna is the true heir to the throne, hidden away as a child and raised as a peasant boy named Leo. She carries within her the stolen power of Erik’s dragon parents—power that keeps her alive, but was never meant to be hers. In her place, Adara, a selfish orphan with no royal blood, wears the crown and lives as the kingdom’s beloved “princess.” As Luna secretly trains to become a royal knight to serve and protect Adara, she meets Erik—both unaware of each other’s true identity. Erik sees her as a rival… until he begins to see her strength, her kindness, and something that shakes his mission to its core. He was raised to reclaim the power stolen from his family—even if it means killing the one who holds it. But Luna is nothing like he expected. She was raised to protect the fake princess—even if it costs her life. But Erik is nothing like she feared. In a world torn by a deadly war between dragons and humans, where hatred runs deep and secrets are buried in royal bloodlines, two enemies find themselves fighting side by side… and feeling something they cannot name. He should destroy her. Instead, he protects her. He dreams of revenge. But he can’t bear the thought of her in pain. As truths unravel and destinies clash, Erik and Luna must face the question that could change everything: Will Erik take back his power and let Luna die? Or will he defy fate for the girl who was never supposed to matter? A story of hidden identities, silent love, dangerous loyalty, and a bond that could save the world… or end it. Who is the true heir? Who is the real monster? And above all… Who am I?

The universe was not born of fire or fury—but from a single, forbidden question that awakened all existence: "Who am I?" Sylos Starlost awakens in an infinite void—where not even darkness remains, only the unbearable absence of light, matter, time, and even memory. Yet, within him glows a fractured, radiant heart—an Anchor Memory, holding fragments of forgotten wars, lost love, and aching emptiness. When he touches it, a flood of forgotten truths overwhelms him. He recalls a final warning: "If ever that Voice finds you, do not respond with silence. Listen—wholly, fearlessly, completely." Thus begins his journey—not as a hero, not as the chosen one—but as the last to remain. His pilgrimage is not to conquer the cosmos but to reclaim what it once dared to be before silence swallowed all things. In seeking the answer to the primordial question, Sylos must face his greatest fear—not what lies among the stars, but the truth buried within himself.

Siren Thompson, and 18 year old boy has lived doing nothing with his life except wondering what he's wanted to do. However, when the past comes to haunt his friends and family, he's forced to make a choice that will affect the world as he knows it. He'll have to go through heart-break, loss, pain and trial and tribulation to survive this world

Book cover taken from "natori - Overdose"

Seorang gadis berlari kearah hutan dengan sekuat tenaga, dia berusaha menjauh dari tempat yang membuat dirinya tersiksa selama 4 hari. Beberapa kali kaki dan tangannya terkena ranting dan kayu membuat luka goresan di tubuhnya, apalagi kepala yang sedari tadi pusing itu tidak membuat niatnya kabur dari sana hilang. Dia sudah bertekad bahwa lebih baik tersesat dihutan dan mati didalam sana dibanding harus mati di tangan pria bajingan itu. Tapi apakah larinya belum cukup jauh? Kenapa dia masi bisa mendengar suara mobil orang itu datang, Sialan sekarang orang itu mengetahui dia kabur! "Kau ingin mati! Diam saja kau disana!" Sial! Padahal dia sudah berlari cukup jauh. *Splaash*

In a world blinded by overconsumption and illusions of progress, selfishness, envy and greed, one student sees it clearly. His mission is to watch, write, lead the solus to judgment and then punish. When a classmate mysteriously disappears his story begins. He Who Watches is a dark, philosophical thriller about justice, spirituality, morals and the meaning of finding love in the darkness.

A grieving musician starts receiving mysterious audio files from his dead lover. But as the songs reveal secrets he never knew, he realizes he wasn’t the only one she left behind. A story of grief, guilt, and a final goodbye that was never finished.

Tiga polisi muda, tiga luka lama, satu tujuan yang tak sama. Jihan direkrut karena ingatannya yang luar biasa — mampu mengingat detail kecil yang terlupakan orang lain. Vania, detektif dingin yang menyimpan rahasia keluarga: adiknya menghilang secara misterius setelah kecelakaan di rumah sakit. Dan Li Hyun, pria pendiam yang menyusup ke dunia kelam demi satu hal: menemukan pembunuh ibunya. Saat serangkaian pembunuhan berantai mengguncang kota, ketiganya dipaksa bekerja sama. Tapi semakin jauh mereka menggali… mereka mulai sadar: dalang di balik semua ini lebih dekat dari yang mereka kira.

In a world where speech is outlawed, one voice could start a revolution. Or end everything. Kael was raised in silence—just another forgotten soul in the crumbling outskirts of the Vowenrealm. But when blood is spilled and secrets rise, Kael discovers he holds a forbidden power: the ability to command with a single word. A Whisperer. Now hunted by a ruthless theocracy and haunted by the cost of using his gift, Kael must decide what he's willing to lose in order to set the world free—if he doesn’t lose himself first. The Last Voice is a dark, character-driven fantasy about power, memory, and moral fracture. Fans of grim settings, quiet rebellions, and morally grey protagonists will find much to love—and fear—in this tale. New Chapters on Mondays @ 12:00PM PST and Thursdays @ 12:00 PST

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

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

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Post-Apocalyptic | Supernatural Before light, there was Chaos—a god born of shadow, cast into a mirror world by the god of light and cursed to fade into nothingness. In this dying replica of Earth, humanity fights for survival against the World Eaters, monstrous beings sent to devour everything. But Chaos will not go quietly. With his last strength, he scattered seven black crystals, fragments of his power, across the prison world—waiting for someone to find them. Waiting for a spark. That spark is Zenith, a seventeen-year-old orphan drawn to a forgotten ruin by a force he doesn’t understand. When he touches the crystal, he awakens the ancient voice of Chaos itself—and becomes its reluctant vessel. As Zenith struggles to resist the god inside his mind, he’s pulled into a desperate mission: to recover the remaining crystals, unlock his true potential, and uncover the horrifying truth… This world isn’t real. And the only way to save it is to destroy it. But Chaos has his own plans. And Zenith may not survive becoming the weapon he was never meant to be. ---

After waking up in a burned-down asylum with no memory, a young man finds his face bandaged, his name erased, and his arms tattooed with coordinates that lead to dead bodies. Everyone he meets insists he’s someone else—someone dangerous. As he follows the trail of blood and clues across forgotten villages, desolate roads, and ruined archives, visions of his past collide with supernatural forces bent on dragging him back to a place he cannot remember—but deeply fears. Each chapter peels back another truth. And when the final mask breaks… He'll have to ask not "What happened to me?" But: “What did I do?”

These are poems I have written for the past two years.

In a country shattered by corruption, military brutality, and unbearable cost of living, the people suffer in silence—until one man decides to scream loud enough for the world to hear. His name is Very Dark Man, known across TikTok, Facebook, and Instagram as VDM—the fearless voice of the oppressed. Through massive protests and powerful online messages, he becomes the face of a movement. Millions believe in him. The youth adore him. The government fears him. But behind every revolution lies a shadow… When VDM makes a shocking decision that shakes the entire nation, the line between hero and traitor begins to blur. Is he the people’s last hope—or their greatest betrayal? This is not just a fight for justice. It’s a war for the soul of a dying nation.

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

soy Sasuke mejorado rumboa a ser un ser superior.

In a world that silences truth more than lies, one boy begins to hear whispers no one else can. As dreams blend into reality, and people begin to vanish, a hidden guilt grows louder than words. Voices of the Forgotten is a psychological mystery that unravels the human mind, society’s silence, and the fragile line between madness and meaning. Realistic, symbolic, and deeply emotional — this is not just a story. It’s an echo of every thought we bury.