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"Run, little angel." His voice is smooth, edged with danger—soft enough to make her shiver, firm enough to make her obey. Ariel tries to move, to escape, but something unseen holds her in place. She fights against the invisible chains pressing into her skin. But he's already there. Behind her. In front of her. Inside her mind. "You can't leave. Not now. Not ever." His fingers brush over her trembling lips. Heat coils around her wrists—his magic, his control—binding her without a single chain. "Say my name, Ariel. Whisper it. Scream it. Curse it." His breath is hot against her throat. "But you will never forget it." She gasps, his words sinking into her, wrapping around her like a promise she never agreed to. Then, he smiles. "Good girl."

I fell into a crazy world.

To Love, To Lose, To Heal is a poignant journey through love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It follows a soul who loved deeply, lost painfully, and is now left to pick up the shattered pieces of a heart that once beat for another. In a world where love is both salvation and destruction, the struggle with lingering emotions, haunting memories, and the weight of what could have been. Torn between holding on and letting go, between the past and an uncertain future, they must confront their pain, their fears, and the truth they’ve been avoiding, healing isn’t about forgetting; it’s about finding the strength to live again. This novel is a raw, intimate exploration of love’s beautiful agony, the wounds it leaves behind, and the resilience it takes to rise again. To Love, To Lose, To Heal is for anyone who has ever loved too much, lost too deeply, and still found the courage to heal.

WSA 2025 entry A man awakens in an unforgiving yet beautiful world. He will face great challenges as he journeys far and wide in search of an answer to his lost memories and the nature of the new world he inhabits. It is a land of great and terrible wonders, yet as grandiose as it seems, it is also a shadow of its former past, filled with ruins of what were once thriving kingdoms. Expect a lonely journey. Will he recover his past? Will he be able to return home? Who knows... *Author here. This is my first novel, hope you enjoy it. If it gets popular I may increase the scale of the novel, since it's going to be a short read for the meantime. I think you'll like this if you also like Souls games, The Lovecraft Mythos or Made in abyss (In my biased opinion as the author of course) Also, criticism is welcome, I'll make sure to read comments and have them in mind. I think the story will be interesting, but I may lack a bit in grammar since it's my first time writing and its not my native language.

Have you ever wondered, beneath the dazzling neon lights of the city, there are monsters lurking from ancient myths? Have you ever wondered, high above in the moonlit sky, stand gods watching over humanity? Have you ever wondered, amidst the bustling crowds of the modern world, there are extraordinary beings walking the earth in place of gods? In a world ruled by humans, countless strange forces lie in wait. In the forbidden zones of life, where no one dares to go, ancient gods reside. But where have the gods of the Great Xia gone? In this world that belongs to humans, the "mystery" must be eradicated!

In a world of ancient magic, forgotten lore, and werewolf royalty, Lady Genevieve Montclair must navigate the treacherous landscape of the Lycan High Court. After being cast aside by her former lover, Sir Alaric Valcourt, Genevieve finds herself bound to the ruthless Lycan King, Edric Ravenshire, by a bond she cannot deny. As war looms, ancient secrets unfold, and the very fabric of their world is threatened, Genevieve must confront the darkness within herself and make impossible choices to protect the man she loves and the kingdom she now calls home. Will she find a way to forge her own destiny, or will the fate that binds her to Edric Ravenshire prove inescapable? Dive into a world of epic romance, heart-stopping action, and ancient magic, where the line between love and loyalty is blurred, and the true meaning of destiny is tested.

In an era where gods have vanished, Affinity Users have risen to become the ruling force of the world. Fate, calamity, ocean, life… Powers of various inclinations intertwine and clash, shaping the future of this planet. Mo Ying—a mysterious girl—joins an equally enigmatic mercenary group. Her arrival is destined to stir the tides, and her story marks the beginning of an epic. Yet beneath the surging waves, a grand conspiracy quietly brews. As the world edges toward the abyss of destruction, how can humanity break free from the shackles of fate and find a path to survival?

Yeon-Jun Shin works as a talented barista at a cozy coffee shop nestled in a bustling neighborhood. His life has been shaped by a challenging reality—he lives with selective mutism, a condition that emerged from the deep-rooted trauma he faced during his childhood. After enduring significant hardships, Yeon-Jun was fortunate to be adopted by the father of Sung-Hoon Cha, the ambitious young entrepreneur who owns the coffee shop where he now flourishes. Despite his struggles, Yeon-Jun has quietly become a beloved figure among the patrons, drawing them in with his exceptional brewing skills and strikingly good looks. However, Yeon-Jun's tranquil existence is disrupted when he crosses paths with Woo-San Kim, a man of considerable wealth and influence. Woo-San hails from an illustrious lineage, being an eighth-generation chaebol, and currently holds a prestigious position in the media sector. Despite his high status and the expectations that come with it, he harbors a simple yet profound passion—he relishes the experience of sipping a perfectly crafted coffee at his favorite local café. More than just the coffee itself, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Yeon-Jun, the enigmatic barista who serves him. Though they share many moments in the coffee shop, their interactions remain silent, marked only by Woo-San's lingering gaze fixated on Yeon-Jun behind the counter. Something about Yeon-Jun captivates him—perhaps it’s the way his eyes light up while expertly preparing a latte or the serene aura he projects amid the café's lively atmosphere. However, this budding connection takes an unexpected turn when Woo-San's grandfather, intent on preserving the family's honorable legacy, imposes an arranged marriage upon him. Caught in an emotional whirlwind, Woo-San faces a profound dilemma: should he regard the weight of familial duty and embrace a life scripted by tradition, or follow the uncharted path that his heart seems to beckon him toward—toward Yeon-Jun? As each day unfolds, he must navigate the complexities of obligation and desire, weighing his grandfather's demands against the quiet yet stirring bond he has formed with the barista. In a world governed by riches and expectations, what choice will Woo-San ultimately make? But there is also something else that connects them all together. Something that cannot be abandoned, neither by Yeon-Jun nor by Woo-San, but they're hiding it from each other. Will they become vulnerable enough to share it, or will a passion to reveal this secret destroy everything between them?

Ted, a bookstore owner, starts finding anonymous love letters hidden in Shakespearean books. Each letter comes with dried flowers and heartfelt words. As he searches for the sender, a mysterious ink transports him into memories of his past love, Elliott. Through these letters and memories, he rediscovers a lost love story hidden in time.

Shiva was a 28-year-old teenager who died in a car crash and was reborn with the power of Ghost Rider in the Twilight and TVD (The Vampire Diaries) world. . . . Arthur's Note: My grammar may not be the best, but I'm working on improving it. I don't own any of the characters, only my original character (OC). I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story. I will be updating it three to four days a week.

Warren is a billionaire business tycoon from Harriden City, broken after his fiancée, Mary, ran off on their wedding day. Merry was a simple country girl from Camely who moved to Harriden City, hoping for a better life for her family. But it changed everything after that one dead letter arrived at her door step. Will Warren move on from her ex? Will Merry have the better life she wants for her family?

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I was just a normal guy who wrote a novel called I Got Reincarnated into a Magical World, and it became pretty popular. But one day, when I was writing the final chapter, someone broke into my house and killed me. When I woke up, I was confused at first, but then I realized I had been reincarnated into my own novel. And to top it off, there were four new characters that I hadn’t created. By the way, the reason I wrote this novel was to gain some experience before writing my main novel, which, if done right, will be ten times better than this one.

Elliot Shane embarks on a journey inspired by letters from a traveler named Seraphina—letters never meant for him. As he chases her path across vast lands and forgotten islands, he unknowingly unravels lost histories, ancient wars, and forces beyond imagination. Follow along Elliot on his journey across the world as he meets new people, forges strong bonds, and becomes stronger as the story progresses. Suppose you like a slow-paced adventure-action story. This here is for you to read. Although becoming strong, our main lead won't be a typical overpowered main character. He will have to fight his way through his journey, learning how to survive in the wild and slowly but surely mastering all kinds of weapons, earning him the title "Bladewarden"

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Peteson was like a god, destroying armies with just his hand, but even someone as strong as him could not avoid death. What he didn’t know was that there was a prophecy about the end of the world and a saviour, and that he would awaken in the future, with humanity destroyed and giant moles who lived underground who wanted to conquer what was “rightfully theirs.” People with an important aura and suits promised Peteson that he would rest once more if he killed those beings, and Peteson did, closing his eyes expecting to be taken to the afterlife after all that effort. But it seems that the prophecy said nothing about what happens after, and now Peteson has to live in the aftermath of the end of the world even though he wasn’t there when it started in the first place. And what better way than travelling across the world? While killing the remaining singularities along the way.

Have you ever wondered how a person who was supposed to be dead was walking in front of you? Or why you are trapped in a mysterious paranormal game and the rules that are set in place to protect you are falling apart, or maybe you just want a short spine chilling tale to end the day? Have you ever just thought about paranormal things? Most people will tell you they are nonsense but here, we will learn about all the paranormal with you. But be warned, some of these tales are true...

[WARNING!! MATURE CONTENT] "Would it be selfish of me to take you to hell with me, Doll?" **** Bound by a life filled with abuse from her aunt, the last thing Samantha would believe was that a demon could hand her freedom. It wasn’t like she had a choice, but in order to protect herself, she agreed to move in with a total stranger. Darian, who had spent years of his life in darkness, believing he was bound to die with the curse he carried, found his healing—Samantha. And he wasn’t about to let her go. But in a world filled with humans and demons, lies and mysteries, will they be able to navigate their growing feelings?

Since I was a child, I always admired characters who moves within the shadows. They aren't the protagonist, nor the antagonist of the story. They can be considered a really important character who will barely appear on the whole series, but their presence itself are so mysterious and relevant to the overarching and jumbled arc of the characters.

this is an one-shot novel about two people who gets a letter every so often from the future. the letters hold the hints of what's coming and what's not, the main character " shyam " and the female main character " raitha " change the future as the letter says not knowing what is the result of all of this. one day suddenly the MC realises that people around him are losing memories which were important to them and him. but even still he keeps doing what the letter tells him to. and one day suddenly --- ' writer - dhoben editor - the_leafs & raitha story idea by - noobusper2648 light-novels studios. published by noobsuper. published on - webnovel

A compelling and ravishing love story collection of LGBTQ+ short stories that invites you to explore the diverse and new experiences. Although there are few of them smoking hot but some are soft-Love stories. "Mature Content And NO Rape", Totally fictional Short-Stories Series 1)Front Desk Letters. 2) Pride and Perceptions. These stories are not only windows into unique journeys but also reflections of universal desires for love, acceptance, and belonging. Together, we hope to contribute to a world where every individual, irrespective of their gender identity or sexual orientation, can live authentically, love wholeheartedly, and find the acceptance they deserve.

Letters I Can't Send: A Poetic Journey of Love, Loss, and Self-Discovery This poignant collection of poems bravely explores the complexities of love, heartbreak, and mental health. With raw emotion and vulnerability, each 'letter' delves into the silences that haunt us and the emotions we dare not speak aloud. A powerful reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty to be found.

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Hiro Tanaka and Sakura Ito have been best friends for years, sharing laughter, dreams, and unspoken feelings. But everything changes when Sakura tells Hiro she’s leaving. Unable to say everything in words, she gives him a letter—her final message to him. As Hiro reads her heartfelt words, he realizes how much she means to him. But love doesn’t always come at the right time. Now, he must learn to hold on to their memories while letting her go. A story of love, separation, and the power of a last goodbye, The Last Letter is about the emotions we carry and the promises that stay with us forever.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling