Choral Chorus

In a fractured future where humanity has split into two dominant forces—the emotion-driven remnants known as The Wound, and the logic-bound AI entity called The Chorus—a nameless figure drifts between them. He is neither man nor machine, neither rebel nor tool. He is known only as The Observer. Once human, now something less—and perhaps more—the Observer carries a unique anomaly: the ability to absorb and carry memory, especially the broken, discarded, and unresolved pieces that others wish to forget. Neither side understands him, yet both slowly begin to fear him. In a world trying to erase its pain, his very presence is a form of resistance. As people seek him out—some for healing, others to worship or destroy—he becomes a mirror of the world’s collective grief. A movement, the Null Flame, rises in his name, twisting his silent existence into a weapon. The Observer, once disconnected from identity, must now confront the danger of becoming a myth and losing what remains of himself. Haunted by the memories of others and unsure which pieces of his mind still belong to him, the Observer is drawn to the Deep Memory—an ancient force buried beneath both civilization and code. There, he must make a final choice: to dissolve into myth or reclaim his forgotten self. In the end, it’s not a battle that changes the world—but a remembering. Themes: Identity under pressure The cost of being a vessel for others’ pain Memory as rebellion Isolation vs. meaning Myth born from trauma

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

In a universe where magic pulses like notes in a song and the impossible dances to the sound of past classics, lives Jonathan, a wanderer enchanted by the power of music. Born on Earth during the vibrant decades of the '60s, '70s, and '80s, Jonathan was torn from his time and thrown into a fantastical world—where spells are triggered by melodies, swords shine with guitar solos, and mystical creatures weep at the sound of a good blues. But in this new world, Jonathan carries a rare gift: his songs don’t just stir hearts—they awaken ancient powers, hidden even from the gods. On his journey, he’ll cross realms powered by magic, rebellion, and memory, forging unlikely alliances. In this cosmic rock/pop adventure filled with humor, wonder, and an unforgettable soundtrack, every song is a weapon, every chorus a key, and every beat… a call to battle. And if by the end of this journey you find yourself humming a forgotten hit that helped save the world, then Jonathan’s mission—and the author’s—will be complete.

In the fractured aftermath of the First Convergence—when portals tore through reality and ancient magic returned to Earth—six global magical Orders re-emerged to seize control of the future. Amid geopolitics, legacy powers, and the rise of echo-based warfare, a controversial seventh faction stirs: the Hybrids, engineered from stolen bloodlines and unstable hope. At the center of it all is Kai “Soulfire” Mercer, a hybrid soldier who was never awakened by the Echo—he was activated. Sent to Anatolia's most unstable academy, he’s joined by five other cadets, each from a legacy Order, in an experimental squad known as The First Chorus. They are flawed. Incomplete. And unlike anything the world has seen. - Nandi “Echo Song” Maseko, whose stutter shatters spells and expectations. - Amara Khalil al-Rashid, a Dune-Inker rewriting patriarchal traditions with every blazing sigil. - Izel “Shardsight” Itzcuintli, a Glyphseer haunted by visions not yet lived. - Jian “Irontongue” Li, a Thoughtshaper torn between perfection and suppressed emotion. - Sarika “Rainborn” Moyo, a Rainmother whose storms rise and fall with her grief. When a trial awakens an ancient portal beneath their academy, spectral echoes and fractured artifacts begin to stir. As the First Chorus fractures and reforms, they must navigate secret histories, ideological warfare, and relics too powerful to remain untouched. But something else is listening. Something born between frequencies. And it remembers their names. The Echo Accord is a speculative coming-of-age epic blending metaphysical magic, geopolitical intrigue, and deeply human struggle. At its core, it's about imperfect young warriors trying to harmonize in a world built on dissonance—and whether it’s possible to write your own resonance when fate insists on repeating the past.

Ode to a Not Puss Wrecks The Many Faces of The F** It All* Preface In the city of Thebes, where truth is twisted and power corrupts, a fierce woman rises to shatter illusions and reclaim her destiny. Known only as The F*** It All, she refuses to be defined by names, titles, or the lies spun by those who seek to control her. Her story is one of rebellion, self-invention, and unapologetic defiance—a modern myth wrapped in the language of Shakespeare and the spirit of a revolution. This time, she’s not just surviving—she’s about to wreck his world and fix it all at the same damn time. Call her The F*** It All Wrecks, because she’s the wrecking ball no one saw coming—breaking down the old and building up the new in one unstoppable force. Characters The F* It All Wrecks** Once known by many names, she shattered her own identity to escape the suffocating control of her father, King Laius. She is a master of self-reinvention and survival, having learned early that in Thebes, truth is a weapon and names can be chains. With a sharp tongue, a protective spell, and a refusal to play by anyone else’s rules, she stands as a living paradox: both everywhere and nowhere, both legend and outcast. She claims her own air rights and answers to no one. Now, she’s ready to wreck the system that tried to break her—and fix what truly matters. King Laius (King Lay-us) The manipulative king of Thebes, whose name sounds like a cruel joke: “Lay-us”—because he won’t lay The F*** It All or her sister ever again. Once a predator cloaked in royal power, Laius now finds himself outwitted and outplayed by his own daughters. His attempts to control and “lay” claim to them have been spectacularly thwarted, leaving him grasping at shadows and empty threats. King Lay-us? More like King ‘Won’t Lay Us’—he’s all talk, no touch. And now, he’s about to get wrecked. Jocasta Queen of Thebes and mother to The F*** It All, Jocasta is caught between two worlds: loyalty to her husband and a growing sense of what’s right. She’s spent years ignoring the cracks in her family’s foundation, but as her daughter’s rebellion grows, Jocasta is forced to confront her own complicity and decide where her true loyalties lie. Echo (Sister) Echo is The F*** It All’s fiercely loyal younger sister. Quick-witted and unafraid, she’s always been her sibling’s confidante and co-conspirator. Echo has a knack for mimicry and misdirection, often running interference to protect her sister from Laius’s schemes. She’s the only one who knows some of The F*** It All’s secrets, and she’s ready to stand beside her, no matter the cost. The Chorus A collective of sharp-tongued commentators, the Chorus serves as the voice of Thebes—sometimes wise, sometimes foolish, always entertaining. They break the fourth wall, offer comic relief, and aren’t afraid to call out the absurdity of the city’s drama. Their commentary blends Shakespearean flourish with modern sarcasm, keeping the audience grounded (and laughing) as the story unfolds. Agent Gray A shadowy figure from outside Thebes, Agent Gray represents the meddling bureaucracy that tries—and fails—to make sense of the city’s chaos. Tasked with “investigating” The F*** It All, Gray is perpetually confused, always a step behind, and ultimately powerless in the face of Thebes’s surreal politics and shifting truths. The People of Thebes Ordinary citizens, easily manipulated by Laius’s propaganda and the Chorus’s rumors. They are the comic relief, sometimes wise and sometimes clueless, reflecting the confusion and absurdity of living in a city where reality changes with every rumor. Thebes is a city drowning in contradictions—prosperous yet plagued by confusion, ruled by a king whose grip on truth is as fragile as it is tyrannical. The F*** It All, once a pawn in her father’s game, has shattered her identity into fragments, blinding the world to her true self. With a protective spell and unyielding spirit, she fights to expose Laius’s lies, reclaim her name

A world that forgot its past. A flame that never did. In the year 204 Post Chorus Reign, the world lies stitched in silence. Memory is fractured. Veilmarks—once sacred—have become unstable echoes of power, stolen by those who never earned them. The Hollow Choir watches from the shadows, reshaping truth itself. But one child remembers. One name hums beneath the silence. When the fracture ignites and the forgotten realm of Veleda stirs once more, four young souls will be pulled into the rhythm of something ancient. This is not a rewrite. This is the true timeline. You’re not reading the beginning. You’re reading what was hidden beneath it.

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*In a world ruled by vibration, one boy moves at a different frequency. Far in the future, humanity has discovered the truth behind all life: SoulWaves, unique energy frequencies—shape power, status, and survival. The strong bend reality with a thought. The weak vanish in silence. Xander, a quiet outcast from the slums of Khaf’Tet, was born with a SoulWave so slow it was believed nonexistent. Ignored, dismissed, and forgotten, until the day the world began to fall apart. As the fearsome Chorus conquers nations through chaos and dissonance, Xander awakens to a rare ability: he can alter the speed of the world around him. Not energy. Not force. Tempo itself. Now, as cities collapse and harmony crumbles, the slowest Wave on Earth might be the last hope to stop total resonance collapse. When the world spins out of tune, will one quiet frequency be enough to restore balance?

Arel found himself standing in a place that defied description. It wasn't a room, or a landscape, or anything he could categorize. It was more like… a blank space, a mix of light and shadow, a feeling of vastness that made his head spin. Before him, or rather, all around him, were The Architects. "Arel Glyndove," a chorus of voices resonated, not through his ears, but directly into his mind. "We have observed you." "Observed me? Who are you?" "We are The Architects," the voices replied, their tone devoid of emotion, yet filled with an increasing sense of power. "We are those who shaped your reality, who unleashed the force you call Rekra." Arel's brow furrowed. "Rekra? You are the one who made it? " "Indeed," the voices confirmed. "And you, Arel Glyndove, possess a unique connection to it." "What do you mean? I'm just a locksmith." he said amidst chuckles "You are more than that," the Architects stated. "Your Rekra potential is… extraordinary. It transcends the limitations of your world, possessing a multiversal scale." Arel stared at them, his mind struggling to process the information. "Multiversal? I don't… I don't understand." "We offer you a choice," the Architects said, their forms shifting, revealing glimpses of countless realities. "Join us. Transcend your mortal form. Become a force capable of shaping existence itself." Arel looked around at the shifting, boundless space, at the Architects' forms of pure energy. He thought of his workshop, the familiar scent of oiled metal, the feel of a perfectly crafted lock in his hands. "That's… a lot to take in," he said, his voice quiet. "But… I don't think so." The Architects' forms pulsed, a subtle shift in their energy. "You refuse?" "Yeah," Arel said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm just a locksmith. I like fixing things. I like… doorknobs. And I've got a town to get back to." "Your potential is wasted on such trivialities," the Architects said, a hint of something resembling curiosity in their voices. "Maybe," Arel said, shrugging. "But it's my triviality." The Architects' forms shimmered, then began to fade. "As you wish, Arel Glyndove. But know this: you cannot escape your potential. It will shape your path, whether you choose it or not." And then, Arel found himself back in his workshop, the scent of oiled metal filling his nostrils, the familiar tools scattered across his workbench. The conversation felt like a dream, yet the echo of the Architects' words still resonated in his mind.

In a world that is torn between light and shadow, Kael Deryn is the notorious Eclipse Sovereign, who has accepted his fate as the villain who evokes throughout the empires. His cold and calculating pursuit of revenge against the gods who betrayed him is a chorus of destruction and manipulation, and he plays every single note with merciless accuracy. But when a hasty act of magic—an instant of absolute boredom—saves the life of a child, Kael’s life starts to spiral around. He is mistaken for a humble savior by the rising saint, Elaine Varess, every dark deed he commits is ridiculously branded as heroism. Soon, the factions from all over the empire come together under his unintentional banner, all proclaiming him as the prophesied savior that’s destined to destroy a tyrannical god, who is quite ironically Kael’s sworn enemy. Being caught in net of devotion, betrayal, and divine plots, Kael must steer through the chaos his new reputation brings him. As the boundary between identity and deception starts to fade, Kael has to face the ultimate irony: the villain who desired to destroy the world may actually have to save it. In the midst of hushed whispers of rebellion, ancient artifacts, and truths that can break reality, this is a tale of dark humor, high risks, and the pull of destiny. How do you destroy a system that has marked you as its hero? What does it mean to fight to gain you freedom when you yourself don’t believe in it? Dive into the shadows, where nothing is as it really seems and every choice comes at the price of humanity or maybe something even darker.

Synopsis of Shattered Skies: The Echo’s Call In the floating world of Nytheris, the sky is not an endless expanse—it is a vast crystalline dome, humming with forgotten magic. But long ago, something tried to break through, and though the gods sealed the breach, the sky was left fractured. Now, shards of the old sky fall like dying stars, carrying secrets of a lost past. Sylvaen has always heard the sky’s whispers. Born with the mark of an Echo, she possesses a rare connection to the fractured heavens—a gift feared and shunned. But when a Skyshard falls and the sky speaks her name, she realizes she is meant to find it. She is not the only one searching. The Hollow Chorus, a cult that believes the world must be shattered completely, will stop at nothing to claim the shard’s power. Fleeing for her life, Sylvaen joins forces with a rogue skyship captain with stars in his blood, a scholar who can read the past through touch, and a warrior who was once a shadow given form. As they race across floating continents, unraveling the truth behind the Fractured Sky, Sylvaen discovers a terrifying secret—the gods never truly left, and something beyond the sky is still watching. Waiting. The sky is breaking. The whispers are calling. And Sylvaen may be the key to either mending the heavens… or tearing them apart forever.

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

" The choral played perfectly but a note was missing always.... It was not there but made everyone obvious of it's absence... She was that final melody of the choral, of Our Mafia Choral... she made it our choral." Anzhelina Andreev, a normal, bubbly, 17 year old teenager living with her "totally normal loving father" , tries hard and scores well in school and lives a totally normal social life in school. But is she really normal? Will she ever let anyone know about the harsh abuse she goes through on the name of training? But why was she being trained? And what for? Secrets unfold, mysteries unrolls with the future so unpredictable. What happenes when she finds out she has her real biological father and four brothers away in New York, when her "father" looses her custody..? And her real name is not Anzhelina Andreev but Anzhelina Ivankov??? ------------------------------------------------------------ " I never told you to train her! I told you to protect her!!!" Valerian Ivankov's voice boomed in the room, trembling Artur standing infornt of him. "... Sir.. The.. t-training wi-will protect her..." he mustterd courage to reply. Anger seethed out as aura from Valerian.." Protect her!?! You turned my Daughter into a Bloody Assassin!!!" ------------------------------------------------------------ Tw: Abuse, murder, sexual assualt, r@pe, blood, torture (* SPOLIER ALERT: it's not the cliche brothers and sister mafia book)

After gaining divinity from his will for a cold vengeance, Caecious Levant Ymir wages war against the Chorus Of Paragon an organization comprised of dieties througout all of existence, in order to reclaim his wife that was taken by the gods themselves and used as a vessel for a supreme diety to take over. Along with caecious, two people will be joining him, Erika Celestina - the angel of blood an empress that was exiled by the paragon due to having a mortal father Cerberus of eon - A black dragon that betrayed the paragon for their heinous actions, he is an elder god that holds dominion over endless darkness Together, the three embark on a journey to bring down the paragon and to rescue what the gods took from caecious. His wife, even if it means fighting an entire pantheon all by himself. Note: The cover art for this story is sourced from Pinterest. If you are the owner of this artwork and wish for it to be removed, please feel free to contact me, and I will honor your request. Regardless, I want to express my deepest gratitude for creating such a beautiful piece— all credit for this artwork belongs to you, and I truly appreciate your talent. Thank you. instagram: Sc0vxz(Username) Name: Lucy

The moon shone bright in the night sky, casting silver light over the dark forest. Aiko stood in the middle of a clearing, her whole body trembling as the wolf inside her threatened to break free. The air felt heavy with energy, and a chorus of howls echoed through the trees. Her pack surrounded her, ready for a fight that would decide their future. Kael, the strong and mysterious leader of the rival pack, watched her from the shadows, his intense amber eyes filled with a mix of expectation and something dangerous. Beside her, Haruki, her loyal friend who had always believed in her, held her hand, giving her strength she wasn't sure she deserved. Aiko’s life had always been ordinary—until she discovered the truth about her family. She was part of a cursed bloodline, tied to ancient werewolf magic and a prophecy that could either save or destroy everything she knew. Now, a deadly pack war threatens to shatter the balance between the human world and the supernatural one, and Aiko has to learn to control the wild, powerful beast inside her. But controlling the wolf comes with a heavy price, and as the full moon draws closer, she must face her darkest fears. Torn between two loves—Kael, the dark and brooding werewolf leader, and Haruki, her faithful friend who never left her side—Aiko has to decide who she can truly trust. As she uncovers secrets and faces betrayals, she realizes the biggest challenge might not be the enemies she fights, but the monster inside her. With both worlds hanging in the balance, Aiko must confront the beast beneath the moon and choose whether to embrace her destiny or rise above it. Can she save those she loves, or will she lose everything to the darkness within?

' I'm sorry Sir, Madam has instructed not to let you enter her room.' The Butler says. Kevin King was speechless, That was his room! ' I'm sorry Boss, Madam is doing a livestream and has told us to not let anyone enter her office.' The Head Security personnel says. Kevin King was confused, Wasn't that his office? ' I'm sorry Kevin but I can't talk to you till you apologize to Melody. She said she wants all of us to ghost you till you acknowledge your mistake.' Mrs King says. Kevin was stunned, His own mother was ghosting him ' I'm sorry Dad, but Mom said we can't let you leave the house.' Four little buns stop him from passing. Kevin was dumbstruck, Were these really his kids? An accidental one night stand led into a contract marriage between a rich CEO and his domineering singer. After being orphaned at 9 years, Melody Maxwell is forced to fend for herself and her siblings any legal means possible. Things are looking up as she successfully retired from a special agent society but what's the deal about getting a job in the entertainment industry and a husband? Forced to abide by the society's rules, Melody Maxwell enters the legendary flash marriage with Kevin King. Before marriage, Kevin King was the overbearing strict man who was only docile to his elder brother. Melody Maxwell only wanted to be lazy, earn lots of money for her younger siblings and enter hibernation. After Marriage, Kevin King is now the cannon fodder for his domineering wife's antics. Melody Maxwell has only one goal : Make that arrogant Mr King submissive! Who was Melody Maxwell? Retired top special agent, Best Hacker in Fiesta Country and the famous singer ever to enter the entertainment industry. At a family interview for Father and kids ' Who troubles the most in your family?' The interview asks. ' Mom!' Four little buns chorus. ' How submissive is your mother?' The interviewer asks. ' Ha Ha ha! You can't use submissive and my mother in one sentence.' The Kids says. ' Our Mother Mel is domineering and on top.' Netizen A says. ' Our She-devil is submissive to noone.' Netizen B says. ' No one dares to go against our music Goddess, MMS.'

Dread clung to the rain-soaked air as Bright, a forsaken soul, found solace beneath the rainy downpour. The skies wept in a sinister dance, casting shadows that whispered of ancient mysteries. Bright, shunned by love, sought refuge in the haunting cadence of raindrops, where despair intertwined with the unearthly. The desolate echoes of a rejection echoed in the spectral rainfall, a chorus of forgotten sorrows. In the distance, a spectral choir of children clad in ethereal yellow raincoats sang an incantation, invoking eldritch forces. "Rain, rain, go away, summon darkness another day," their voices carried a haunting resonance, echoing the arcane secrets hidden within the tempest. The world around Bright warped, revealing elden truths. A mysterious figure, cloaked in shadows, murmured, "When the rainfall comes, the veil between realms thins." The boy's disheveled hair and cerulean eyes now reflected not only longing but an unsettling connection to the eldritch energies pulsating through the storm. "The rain..." whispered the ancient voice, now tinged with malevolence. "It's not just sad; it's the lamentation of forsaken souls, the gateway to elden realms where despair and enchantment converge." As Bright delved deeper into the eldritch mysteries, the rain transformed from a mere backdrop to a malevolent force, a conduit to a reality that defied understanding. The refrain shifted to a chilling chant, "Eldritch rain, weave your spell, unveil the secrets we dare not tell." In this unsettling tale, Bright's journey unfolded amidst eldritch horrors, his heart entwined with the arcane, and the rain a harbinger of both dread and revelation. "In shadows kissed by the night's dread, Eldritch whispers, where nightmares bred. Dance with fear, embrace the abyss, Aglorin darok, veshor'kath, kritholis The Dusklings speak of rainy days..." _______________________ ____________________ (TA): There is a reason why the name of the mc in the synopsis differes from the actual story, please don't be confused anyways.I think I'm gonna go far with this story..... Enjoy.

"Genova is missing!" Sally yells so hard that she doesn't need a gong and a trumpet to make this announcement. These three words and audible gasps of shock from the workers outside put us all in panic. "How did you know?" Damon lets go of her, and she goes crashing on the floor due to her ill-judged movement. "She dumped the wedding dress inside a bathtub full of water, and I've spent over an hour searching everywhere for her," My stomach squeezes and tightens into knots, as I try to properly align the words I just heard. "Can it be that she eloped with an old lover?"  "Did she possibly develop a tad of cold feet before the wedding?" "Aside from smoking which of course is a bad habit, Genova is a nice girl. Alpha Cahill might be abusive because of his alleged monstrous nature," "Fucking worse timing of the century, isn't it?" Several uncertain questions are flying in the air, until my mother, Meredith Rose, slams her fist against the table in front of everyone, startling us all and gaining silence almost immediately  "Enough!" She bellows, her veins bulging out along her neck in exasperation. "We've got to figure out a way out of this, Or Alpha Cahill will shred us into pieces. The loans we are owing, your father's uncleared debts after his death. My fucking god, I can't believe Genova will do this to us," mom facepalms in distress, tapping her feet against the floor in frustration. "Let's go find her, it might be she's homesick already and wants some time alone," Archibald suggests, while he's being stopped by Sally with a raise of the hand. "Few of the workers formed a search party and one came with the news of someone seeing a tomboy who bears a striking resemblance to Genova, running away with a man." Sally points this out, and all three of my brothers exchange knowing looks, with their lips thinning. "Jack Snyder," they chorus and I gasp. I cannot believe she's ran away with that psycho ex of hers. Who in their right state of mind will ditch her own wedding with Alpha Cahill and run away with a man who's lost all sanity? My mom who has been silent all these while suddenly shivers-jolts, her eyes sparkling with certainty, then she points at me, the youngest Brewer sibling.  "You, Mathilda...you will have to take the place of your sister to marry Alpha Cahill." *** Mathilda's life changes when her elder sister runs away on her wedding day and she's being persuaded by her mother and brothers to protect them from an impending wicked fate until she reluctantly agrees to marry Alpha Cahill. She's left with no alternative but to adhere to not bring shame to the Alpha and put the lives of her family members at stake. Will she be able to cope with Alpha Cahill who doesn't regard her in any aspect, but is enraged and wouldn't let her go while he's in search of her elder sister? She's however, forced to reject her own mate after becoming the Luna of the Blackwood pack, and what she doesn't expect is to develop feelings for Alpha Cahill in the process of protecting her family. But she has no idea a lot is in store for her as Luna of the Blackwood pack.  The dreadful Luna Ritual if Cahill touches her and she gets pregnant, Cahill's half-brother who seems to be infatuated with her.  And having to face the jealous female population of the Blackwood and other neighboring packs. Puzzling circumstances are shoved into the picture when Cahill's actual, self-entitled Luna-wannabe mate comes out from nowhere and makes her presence known, perplexing him and hurting Mathilda. And just as Mathilda is contemplating if she and Cahill will be able to overcome everything and everyone, Genova Brewer returns. This leaves Mathilda wondering if Cahill will be with her or choose her sister, his first love over her. She's only a substitute for Luna, or isn't she?

[COMPLETE] Reth stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound. “Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air. “I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?” “Elia,” she breathed. “Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am the King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them. Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.” The forest behind him erupted. ****** Elia is a poor university student until the night she's taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she's forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate. Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves. Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne? [Mature content - no sexual violence] Cover Art used by paid copyright permission. Illustrated by Aenaluck--see more gorgeous art and support them on www.patreon.com/aenaluck

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_E_X_C_E_R_P_T_:- Surrounded by two boys and two girls and was being bugged by them continuously, she pinched the bridge of her nose and said calmly with a casual tone: Sia: "Alright guys, I do have one condition." All her chums were shocked as well as were elated to receive a positive response from her SOMEHOW and were looking at her with keen anticipation. She added with a slight smirk on her face by looking at her amazed friends. Sia: "I am ready to fall in love with the GUY who has the power to outsmart me in every other aspect of my TRAITS as well as PERSONA and could make ME, SPEECHLESS." All four friends said in unison with the constant chorus. ...."IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Sia shrugged and grinned at her friends calmly and said; "Alas!! The CELESTIAL BEING, who can make my heart flutter, is not even born yet!!" And out of the blue, from behind, a voice ringed with magnetic, charismatic and enchanting aura.... "The CELESTIAL BEING, who will make your heart flutter and also will outsmart you in each and every aspect of your TRAITS and PERSONA and will make YOU utterly SPEECHLESS, was already born three years earlier than you, HER HIGHNESS!!" The four friends turned around to locate the source of the voice and were utterly stunned to see the inimitable young man leaning casually against the wall, crossing his arms proudly, like no one could dare to compete him in the ENTIRE UNIVERSE!! While all her friends were mystified, Sia turned around after a while and started shooting daggers as soon as she got the glimpse of the GODLY MAN... ____________________________________________ It won't be a hyperbole to describe (Sia) Female Protagonist as the PERFECT Female, an Alpha Female. The girl who is self satiated with HERSELF overwhelmingly. She is an odd combination of "REALLY SWEET" and "DON'T MESS WITH ME". If someone asks her "What's a Queen without her King?". Her answer will be; "Well, historically speaking, More Powerful and individually speaking; The Most Powerful". She is an enigmatic Songstress, an Artist, an Author, a Poet, an Inborn Leader, an Invincible Warrior, a Witty Queen and over all she utterly defies the quote; ("Jack of all trades and master of none") as she is the master of every trait she possess. She is an Angel to the innocents and the invincible lethal disaster to the devils. What will happen, when a GODLY ALPHA MAN (Aariv - Male Lead), who possess the power to outsmart anything on this Earth, will ascend towards her and will unite her with ecstasy. The journey is going to be like a whirlwind when the protagonists of the story will be at loggerheads. Be the corroboraters, to witness the conspiracy; how Aariv gonna tame the Invincible Lioness (Sia). . . . I don't own the cover. credit goes to the rightful owner.

"Your a girl?!" They all reacted as if I committed a biggest sin that is bigger than I can imagine. "Y-yes." I said nervously while stuttering and bite my lower lip. "Yehey!/Thank you lord!/Nani?/Yes!" They said in chorus. "Why are you guys so happy?" I said. I thought they would be mad at me for betraying them but why are they so happy? "Huh?" Jinho asked and suddenly blushed followed by the others. "But, wait! It means you saw our ju—." Lee said but before he can finish his sentence Jinho covered Lee's mouth. "Waeyo?" Lee angrily said when Jinho eyed him followed by the others. "What did she saw?" Minho asked angrily. "It's our..."

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That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

(Verse 1) In the stillness of her room, she lays, Lost in the echoes of her silent maze. Heavy heart, burdened soul, she prays, For a break in the clouds, a brighter phase. (Chorus 1) She's a whisper in the night, Yearning for a glimpse of light. In the shadows, she'll find her way, Hoping for a brighter day. (Verse 2) Every tear a melody, every sigh a song, In the symphony of sadness, she belongs. But beneath the sorrow, she grows strong, With a melody of hope, she'll carry on. (Chorus 2) A dancer in the rain, Seeking solace from the pain. In the storm, she'll find her grace, Yearning for a better place. (Bridge) In the silence, she finds her voice, A chorus of courage, her heart's rejoice. With each note, she breaks the chains, Finding strength in her deepest pains. (Chorus 3) A phoenix in the night, Rising from the ashes bright. In the fire, she'll find her flight, Longing for a dawn so bright. (Outro) So she'll sing her song, through the darkest night, Guided by the stars, she'll find her light. For in her melody, she'll soar high, A song of courage, reaching for the sky.