Mugen Lincoln Loud

Jae-hyun has it all — money, looks, confidence. But also? Major loneliness issues he’d never admit out loud. Dae-jin is just trying to survive, juggling classes and late-night delivery runs to stay in school. The last thing he needs is some spoiled rich guy messing with his head. Literally. Because the moment they meet, something weird happens. They can hear each other’s thoughts. Like, full-on mind-reading. No filters. No secrets. It’s awkward. It’s confusing. And it’s about to change everything. A slow-burn BL with banter, longing, and two idiots falling in love in the most unexpected way possible. |Mind connection sounds romantic — until you hear what he’d do to you in the shower.

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them. he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars. Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees. Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles. Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge. Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow. But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything. Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone. Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold. Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown. In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.

In a new world, Wei Ran must cultivate to climb the Tower and save his sister. Floor by floor. Trial by trial. Against clans that rule like gods, and cultivators bred for war. Wei Ran only wanted silence. Born with a mind that could master anything through time and focus, he grew up in a home too loud for both. Surrounded by cruelty, his gift became a curse. Until one night, when he whispered a wish into the dark, and something answered. Now he wakes in the body of a boy just like him. Same name. Same face. No Qi. No Dao. But for the first time… a family that truly loves him. And he swore he would never lose it. Two years passed. At 21, Wei Ran thought peace had finally found him until the Tower came for his sister. That’s when he learned: Love alone won’t bring her back. He won’t lose this family. Even if it means destroying every other one. And carving his name into the Tower itself.

The Town Where Clocks Don't Tick In Isurun, time doesn't tick, it blinks. And sometimes, it disappears altogether. Mira Nyem knows her town is strange. The clocks don't move right. People forget things they shouldn't. And everyone pretends it's normal. But when Mira wakes up with no memory of the past two hours, wet feet, and a black feather in her hand, she realizes something is very wrong and it's been wrong for a long time. As she digs into the town's quiet secrets, she finds a story that keeps repeating, a silence that's too loud, and a truth tied to her own past. If no one else remembers what happened, can she survive being the only one who does? For fans of soft mystery, surreal twists, and slow burn revelations.

Micah is a chaotic, vibrant street artist who lives his life out loud, using his art as a rebellion against a past that tried to silence him. When he moves into a new apartment, his world collides with that of his next-door neighbor, Elias, a reclusive and prodigiously talented classical pianist who is progressively losing his hearing. As Elias races to compose his final masterpiece in a world that is growing quieter, Micah's late-night music and creative chaos become his personal hell. Their relationship begins with angry notes and thumps on the wall, but a face-to-face encounter reveals their shared vulnerabilities. An unlikely bond forms as they learn to communicate beyond words and sound, with Micah showing Elias the "sound" of his colors and Elias teaching Micah the emotional language of music. It's a story about finding love and a new way to communicate when the traditional ways are no longer enough.

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

It started with a glance—a simple, innocent moment where Nirvay’s eyes met Aarohi’s for the first time, and life quietly changed its direction. From school benches to office cabins, their journey was painted with sweet mischief, teasing promises, and silent support. Where everyone else saw just friendship, Nirvay always knew Aarohi was his home. Even when misunderstandings clouded their path, even when life pulled them apart, Nirvay never let go. Because his love was never casual—it was his silent vow. When destiny finally brought them to the same office, confessions slipped between coffee cups and files. In that moment, they promised—forever. But life had other plans. A devastating accident shattered their carefully built dreams. Aarohi’s world turned upside down, but Nirvay? He stayed. Every time she pushed him away, every time life tested them, he stood by her side—silently, stubbornly, unshakably. Because real love? It isn’t loud. It stays. No matter what.

Everyone thinks they know her. But no one knows what she hides. Behind her quiet eyes burns a silence too loud to speak. Behind her gentle smile, memories she never asked to keep. Phoenix was never meant to break. But some wounds don’t bleed. Some cries are never heard. A forgotten birthday. A closed door. A scream swallowed in the dark. The world moves on. But she carries every moment. In a home where love fades behind raised voices, In a world that praises strength but never sees the fall, She’s just trying to breathe without being noticed. But even the quietest fire still burns. This is not a story of rescue. This is a story of survival....

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi This isn't a story about love in the way people usually mean it. It's not about a grand romance, or the kind that ends in fireworks or heartbreak. It's about a quieter kind of love-the kind that settles deep inside you and stays, long after the people who lit it have gone. It doesn't demand anything. It just lives on in silence. In the pages of old books. In half-remembered voices. In the things they once loved-and now you do too, simply because they did. For me, that thing was Rumi. I never tried to understand his poetry, not really. Most of the time, I still don't. But his words became a way back to them. A way to stay close to what I'd lost. A thread I could hold when there was nothing else left to hold onto. This book is a collection of moments. Quiet, drifting thoughts. Half-formed confessions I never said out loud. It doesn't follow a timeline. It doesn't follow structure. Like love, it just moves the way it wants to. Wandering, circling, returning. Maybe somewhere in these pages, you'll find something that echoes the way your heart once broke open. Maybe you've loved like this too.

Zephany Draven is a shy, clumsy celebrity journalist who is constantly ridiculed for not getting the big scoops. She is soft-spoken and easily intimidated, so she looks weak. However, behind closed doors, she's Eclipse, an altogether tougher, loud-mouthed agent and quite ruthless and efficient. Kendrick Montclair is a gentle, positive artist who loves his family and remains optimistic despite his struggles. His gentle nature makes him easy to take advantage of. But secretly, he's Obscura, a cold, ruthless agent who is efficient and silent. Both work as partners in a secret organization that preserves hidden truths erased by governments, yet they remain completely unaware of each other's true identities. Their goal is to reach the highest level of clearance to access classified information. But just when they're on the verge of success, they fail. Then, a mysterious man appears with an offer—a contract marriage in exchange for the information they desperately seek. Trapped with no alternative, they sign the deal, having no idea that they just married their secret partner in crime. But neither expected what would happen next. ------------- Kendrick and Zephany sat by the glass wall, waiting for their food when a car suddenly crashed through. Kendrick pulled Zephany to safety just in time, but both got small cuts from the broken glass. "Are you okay?" they asked, checking each other. To their astonishment, the cuts healed before their eyes. Their minds raced. "Beside me, the only person I know who has that ability is." "No! She can't be that loud, short-tempered woman!" "No! He can't be that silent, obnoxious man!" "Did I marry my secret partner in crime?" They both shuddered at the thought.

She crossed time to save the mother who never knew her. In the 2020s, Mia watches her mother’s life fall apart under abuse, depression, and an irreversible fate. When a sudden timeslip throws her back to the 1980s—before her own birth—Mia sees one chance to rewrite destiny. Disguised as a quiet outsider, she infiltrates her young mother’s world, guiding her from the shadows. Each intervention risks erasing Mia’s existence, and worse—every success chips away at her memories. But she presses on. Because some love is loud. And some love changes the future in silence. A slow-burn, emotionally rich tale of time, trauma, and the sacrifice behind second chances.

Haruki Tenma is the kind of boy no one ever notices twice. Calm, quiet, and a little too good at staying invisible. His only real passion? Capturing fleeting moments through the lens of his camera. Miyako Hanabira is the girl everyone notices. Loud, stylish, unpredictable and way out of Haruki’s league. She’s the type who goes viral without trying and laughs in the face of rules. To her, Haruki was just a "safe friend" the background guy with a good heart and no game. Until one accidental photo submission... turns into a national contest win. And that photo? A cosplay shot of Miyako so perfect, so romantic, it gets them entered into a government-sponsored symbolic youth marriage program. Now they’re **secretly married**. Legally? Yes. Emotionally? Absolutely not. Romantically? …Well, that’s complicated. To avoid a scandal, the two agree to fake nothing, feel nothing, and just wait it out until graduation. But as they share mornings, dinners, house chores, festivals, and after-practice walks under cherry blossoms—something fragile and real starts to bloom between them. They’re not dating. They’re just married. So why does it feel like love?

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. This is where Linyue’s story begins. Linyue, an emotionally stunted cultivator with a talent for logic (and attracting disasters), volunteers to become the substitute bride for the fearsome King of Shulin, Shu Mingye—replacing the runaway Second Princess. For reasons known only to her (and maybe the heavens). Fortunately (or perhaps very unfortunately), she doesn’t come alone. Accompanied by her three loud, chaotic companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble and loudly denying they caused the trouble, Linyue heads south to Shulin, a land scourged by the worst of the demon attacks. As they stumble their way through demon attacks, looming threats, and the mystery behind the resurgence of the Weeping Moon, Linyue must also face her greatest challenge yet: manhandling a terrifying and fearful King of Shulin who turns out to be… emotionally fragile? The fate of the realm might hang in the balance. No pressure. Unfortunately, this isn’t a tale of cutthroat political intrigue or a relentless climb to power. This is a chaotic adventure filled with comedy (?), slow-burn romance, and lurking danger—as they unravel the truth behind the Weeping Moon.

Two distant souls. One casual wave. A thousand almosts. In a world where glances linger longer than words, and silence speaks louder than promises, two people begin to drift closer—never quite colliding, never quite letting go. What starts as a gesture becomes a rhythm, and what was never supposed to mean anything slowly begins to mean everything. This is a story of slow-burning closeness, unspoken feelings, fractured friendships, and the dangerous beauty of being seen too deeply. Some love stories are loud. This one hums in the spaces between.

Preksha, a dreamy and determined girl who wants to become a surgeon someday, walks into her Class 9 classroom on the first day of the new academic year. Across the room, he — Harshit— the quiet boy with a football heart and dreams of a diploma in computer science. He's not a topper. Not loud. Not popular. But he notices her… and something clicks. And then... He calls her name. Out loud. Just once. A normal moment — but something inside her changes. From awkward glances during lectures to accidental meetings in corridors... From a football hitting her accidentally to teasing moments by friends... Their story unfolds slowly, gently — in the gaps between math lectures, biology complaints. Neither of them confesses, but their hearts speak through silence, eye contact, and the little details. Everyone seems to notice what they try to hide. The story is just beginning — but already feels like it’s something more than just a school crush.

> He watched her for years. He stole her. He claimed her. Now he wants to break her… until she calls it love. Aurora Hale has always been quiet—an invisible girl in a loud world. But when a mysterious box appears on her bed containing her missing underwear and a red silk ribbon, she realizes someone has been watching her. Someone who knows where she lives. What she fears. And exactly when to take her. When Aurora wakes up, she’s no longer in her dorm room. She’s locked inside a cold, elegant mansion… and he’s waiting. Damien Wolfe — rich, brilliant, dangerous, and obsessed. He doesn’t want her love. He wants her obedience. He says she’s his. He says she’ll carry his child. And he says that no matter how much she fights, no matter how much she shivers when he touches her… She’ll never escape. Because love, to him, means owning her. Completely. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains scenes of stalking, non-consensual intimacy, psychological manipulation, forced pregnancy, and emotional trauma. It is a work of dark fiction intended for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Whispers Beneath the Loud Moon Dark Fantasy | Enemies-to-Lovers | Soul-Shard Quest | Erotic Tension Betrayed. Shattered. Cursed. Clive was supposed to be a hero. Instead, his soul was broken to seal away a god—and the witch Maedra made sure he lived to regret it. Now he hunts the scattered fragments of himself, each one buried in monsters, memories, and desire. A half-nude warrior woman created by Maedra joins him, her body a weapon, her motives unknown. A silver-haired flirt stalks his path, her secrets sharp as her smile. And his only companion? A snarky talking skull who may be more than he seems. Beneath the Loud Moon, lust burns, lies twist, and every shard recovered makes Clive less human—and more dangerous. Can he reclaim himself before the truth breaks him again?

David returns to his hometown after receiving a chilling message from a girl he barely knows: “He said he would die. And he did.” The funeral is quiet, but his mind is loud — filled with guilt, silence, and a memory he’s been running from. Mavia, his best friend since childhood, is gone. The one person who understood his silence... left behind a silence of his own. A final message. A promise. And a mystery David can't ignore. Haunted by words he never said, David steps into a story that didn’t end with death — it began with a message left too late.

In the quiet town of Aokashi, in the fictional country of Hinokuni, spring returns as always—but for Akira Hayasaka, everything feels painfully the same. A top student, admired for his brilliance and composure, Akira is secretly drowning in expectations and isolation. That begins to change when he’s seated next to Airi Tachibana, a quiet book-loving girl who doesn’t smile just to please or look at him with admiration. She doesn't try to talk to him, impress him, or pretend to be anything. She just… exists. Calmly. Honestly. A chance encounter while saving a stray kitten brings them closer, and Akira discovers a hidden side of her—an anonymous online writer whose words feel too personal, too familiar. Unspoken thoughts. Quiet truths. Things he’s never had the courage to say aloud. As petals fall and seasons change, Akira and Airi slowly begin to understand each other—not through loud declarations or dramatic gestures, but through silence, presence, and the small steps that lead to something more.

In the vast seas beyond, she is known as Lyra Marie Stonehaven, the only princess of the United Kingdom of Eldoria. Born as the youngest child and only daughter of King Caspian, a sovereign of a vast empire, she bears the constant burden of royal duty and the unyielding scrutiny of the public. Her days are meticulously orchestrated, filled with state dinners, diplomatic meetings, and charity galas, each step scrutinized and every word memorized. She embodies regal perfection, the living symbol of millennia of tradition and expectation. Driven by an unshakeable yearning for something more, she vanished without a trace, leaving her crown and inheritance behind. Now, in the pulsating, anonymous heart of a faraway country's vibrant music scene, she's known only as "Anya Spencer", an enigmatic singer and songwriter whose raw, emotional lyrics and captivating melodies have taken the globe by storm. Her concerts sell out in minutes, her albums break streaming records, and her face graces magazine covers worldwide. Like a modern-day phenomenon, she's achieved the kind of meteoric rise and devoted fanbase that rivals can’t even keep up. Here, amidst the flashing lights and liberating anonymity, she's found a freedom in which her previous life could never offer, living out loud through her music. It's a dangerous double life, where one wrong step, one glimpse of her true identity, could shatter her empire of sound and drag her back to the life she desperately fled. But one night, her worst nightmare happened.

Rika Ashikawa is the sunshine of her school — loud, silly, and always running from trouble. But behind the laughter and teasing friends, she's hiding something no one would ever believe. Born into a blood-soaked legacy of assassins, Rika carries secrets darker than the night. Her parents’ sweet messages hide silent commands. Her smile? A mask forged from years of training. And the transfer student she's assigned to assist? A thread tied to a past long buried — a girl named Clarissa, who begs to be killed rather than saved. In a world where love is dangerous and lies run deep, what happens when the predator starts to fall for her prey? Will Rika choose loyalty to her clan… Or surrender to the truth behind Clarissa’s haunted eyes? This isn’t just a game of hearts. This is Love or Kill. ---

UNSCRIPTED By Celine Ephraim A Story of Youth, Christ, and the Love We Don’t Talk About What happens when the strong one finally breaks? Jasmine is twenty — a quiet fighter carrying secrets too heavy for her age. On the outside, she looks like every other girl trying to navigate life, school, and family. But behind closed doors, she's a storm of unspoken pain. A broken home. A miscarriage no one knew about. A love that left her emptier than before. A silence with God that’s louder than any church sermon. She's not trying to be perfect — just to survive. In a world full of filters, toxic trends, and pressure to perform, Jasmine is drowning in expectations. She’s the oldest daughter who had to grow up too soon. The girl who gave away too much, too fast. The sister protecting her younger siblings while wondering, who will protect me? She wants to believe in God. She wants to trust in love. But when life hits hard, and faith feels far away, how do you heal from things you’ve never even said out loud? UNSCRIPTED is not just a novel — it’s a mirror. It reflects the stories we hide. The guilt we bury. The loneliness we mask with perfect captions. It’s for the girl who’s tired of pretending. For the boy who’s questioning everything. For the woman carrying pain from her teenage years. For the man who silently regrets. This is not just Jasmine’s journey. It’s yours. It’s every soul that ever asked: “God… where were You when I was breaking?” Raw. Emotional. Real. UNSCRIPTED will pull you in — and leave you transformed.

“Not all who smile are happy. Not all who wait are seen.” Yona always thought he understood love, until Mia, started to mean something more. Just as he's beginning to figure it out, Lena, his first love returns . Now, he’s stuck between the girl who's always been there… And the one who once broke his heart. But nothing is simple anymore. Noir watches from the shadows, knowing things Yona doesn’t. Aria hides secrets behind her smile. And Ayumi always quiet, always watching, may hold the key to everything. The choice Yona must make remains uncertain, and the truth, hidden in the darkness, may be more dangerous than he ever imagined. Love. Loyalty. Lies. Some devotions are loud. Others stay hidden. But the ones left unseen? They might hurt the most. Daily updates with new chapters... ---

Nineteen-year-old Wyatt Lincoln was just another academy graduate fighting for survival in England's fourth tier when destiny called his name.

"The power within you is loud but will the world listen?" In a world governed by Mantra—a universal energy that fuels strength, speed, and healing—humanity stands on a blade’s edge. Some are born with the potential to awaken Special Manifestations, rare abilities that defy logic and bend reality. These gifted few are trained and tested to become Mantra Knights, an elite force formed to protect civilization from threats beyond comprehension: violent creatures known as Abominations, and worse, the monsters still wearing human faces. Kaiyo Tsukehara, a lightning-charged teen with a sharp tongue and untamed power, has always dreamed of standing among the greats. But wanting to be chosen is one thing—proving you're worthy in the eyes of the six legendary Lances is another. And even harder is becoming a person remembered through generations.

"Some shadows aren't cast by the sun... they are born from the people we love the most." Elara was supposed to be strong — the eldest, the example, the quiet protector of a house that never asked how she was doing. But the silence grew heavier during lockdown. Between online classes, suffocating expectations, and the pressure to never break, she forgot what it felt like to simply breathe. Mira, her younger sister, was the fire — wild, loud, and unwilling to play by anyone's rules. But when that fire was misunderstood, punished, and nearly taken away, it triggered a storm neither of them were ready for. As betrayal, loss, and rebellion rise in their home, two sisters are forced to confront a truth they’ve both been avoiding: that love alone isn’t always enough to save someone. Can two girls lost in their own shadows find the light before it's too late?

I stopped sleeping around the time I started seeing shadows that didn’t belong to anyone. The kind that breathed behind cupboard doors. Whispered when no one else was home. I used to think I was losing my mind. Then I met Ardere. She transferred in with haunted eyes and bruises she didn’t talk about. The kind of girl who didn’t touch anyone—and for good reason. Her power wasn’t fire, or flight, or anything survivable. It was grief. Weaponized. If she brushed your skin, you felt every dead thing that ever lived inside her. Most people stayed away. I couldn’t. She was dangerous in a way no one understood. And I was already too hollow to care. Maybe that’s why her power didn’t break me the way it broke everyone else. Or maybe it did. Just slower. Then the people who once stole her came back. And the only way to stop what’s coming is to let her be taken again. To make her break loud enough that they come running. She asked me to help her do it. And I did. I hurt her in ways I swore I never would. She’s gone now. And I don’t know if what’s left of her will ever come back.

Crossover Fanfiction: My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU × The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya.. Hikigaya Hachiman thought he had endured the worst of high school life—awkward social landmines, forced Service Club assignments, and navigating the emotional labyrinths of girls he could never quite understand. That was before Haruhi Suzumiya transferred to Sobu High. Loud, brilliant, unhinged—and worst of all, bored—Haruhi is determined to revive her infamous SOS Brigade by targeting the most "interesting" people she can find. Unfortunately for Hachiman, his dead-eyed cynicism and psychological insight make him the ultimate enigma in her eyes. Yukino Yukinoshita isn’t far behind. Yui Yuigahama, as always, gets caught in the gravitational pull. But Haruhi isn’t just another eccentric student. Reality itself bends subtly around her will. Events repeat. Time hiccups. People act strangely. Only Hachiman seems to notice—and only Yuki Nagato, a quiet new transfer with unsettling calm, seems to understand. What begins as a war of social manipulation turns into something far deeper: a silent battle for control of reality, identity, and emotional truth. As Haruhi and Hachiman clash in escalating games of dominance, club activities, and unspoken yearning, the seams of the world start to unravel. In the end, this isn’t just about clubs or friendships or even romance. It’s about who gets to write the story—and who dares to rewrite it. ---

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha. Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women. He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn’t believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there’s something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called “personal omega.” He thinks I’m weak, fragile, breakable… but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud. I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul? Worse, he’s starting to suspect I’m not who I say I am. Because I’m not just Christy, the omega. I’m a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.