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Pikmin Singing

Miho the Killer

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.
Toobo · 66.7K Views

Last Moon: Rebirth, Love, and the Werewolf Rockstar

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient
schreient · 5.2K Views

I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

The best actor was shooting a doomsday movie when he suddenly transmigrated to a real doomsday world and became Aon Flearov, a young man with a huge debt and a blood-sucking family. What does one do in the apocalypse? Of course, shoot variety shows, live streams, do ads, act in movies, hold concerts and fan meetings— The whole showbiz world was placed in real apocalypses, and Aon, a newly-debuted doomsday star, was thrown to a random variety show to fight zombies! It was at this desperate moment that Aon awakened a superpower— A system. DING! [Heyo, dad, your son is online~] Aon: [Son, are you a farming system? A counterattack system? A pay-to-win system?? Anything will do!] The system instantly burst into tears: [B-but dad, I'm a superstar system!] And so, in a doomsday dating variety show: The system picked and chose a few "cabbages" seriously: [Dad, do you want to find me a zombie step mom or an alien step dad? Old or young? One, two, three, or four?] In a doomsday gourmet show: The system handed a frying pan, spatula, guitar, piano: [Go, dad! I want a stir-fry zombie brain, alien omakase, mutated beast AYCE, spirit plant pancakes— ] In a doomsday idol survival show: The system looked at the zombies and aliens crying on their knees, begging for mercy: [Dad! They're all moved by your singing! They want an encore!] [Dad! After you do the zombie dance, the zombies collectively change their race's name!] Doing part-time jobs in the eternal sun apocalypse, camping in a natural disaster doomsday, living with aliens, styling zombies in Doomsday Supermodel, turning into plants and fighting zombies, fighting against fellow doomsday celebrities in Doomsday Survival championships— Here, there are various shows you can and can't imagine. Name one, and it will come true. #An actor who cannot become a superstar isn't a good doomsday survivor# The three no: No R18 No harem No BL/Yuri— no bullying the author! PS: This novel is written by the author's cat Follow my Instagram: @zehell2218 Discord server: https://discord.gg/axqNyHv or ask for a discord link through IG DM
Zehell2218 · 30K Views

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
mata0eve · 59.8K Views

Rise To Stardom

Orphaned in the old world after taking care of his irresponsible and sick mother for years on end, Kyle finds his life turned upside down. His already dim world turns even gloomier and coupled with his trauma from losing her, Kyle felt like he had lost his purpose in life. Living day by day, akin to a soulless puppet, he struggled to keep his suicidal thoughts in check, all whilst trying to make ends meet as a cabbie. During those dark times, Kyle slowly begins to find solace in the world of music and movies. Even though it had always been there, it truly became something as a bloodline of sorts for him because, individually, both pieces of media, transported him to another world, one where he could feel happy, if even for a fleeting moment. And, as if the universe wanted even more for him, Kyle met some lovely old people, all of whom treated him as the son they never had, making him feel like he had a family after so long. This eventually, helped him let go of his trauma and turned him into the lovely soul he was always meant to be. But as fate would have it, these same people, wanted for Kyle to pursue his dreams because they saw the potential for greatness in him and the wonderous things he could go on to do, even if Kyle himself was oblivious to it. So, in an effort to make his dreams come true, they ended up gifting him a brand new chance, one that Kyle himself would only go on to realize after his untimely death in a fatal car accident. Now awake in the new world, still orphaned but with a brighter perspective on life, Kyle, armed with a System, another gift from his loved ones in the previous world, decides to take the chance to pursue his dreams of being a star, one that he was unable to pursue in his previous life due to his lack of talent. This is the story of a man who will go on to become the most versatile and renowned superstar all over the world... and it starts, just as he takes his first step into the cutthroat world of fame and fortune by registering for the popular singing reality TV competition, 'Rising Voices'. Known to be a fiercely competitive TV show, Kyle will meet with top contestants from around the world, go up against them, level up and become better, and ultimately, battle with them for the number one spot in the show as a dark horse! --- |AUTHOR NOTE| Just wanted to make it clear, that the singing competition which will be the first arc of the novel, will end around the late twenty-ish or early thirty-ish chapters. After that, you can expect so much more from the story so look forward to it! Also, although the setting is in a parallel world, all the songs, scripts and movies (although I will draw inspiration here and there), will be originals penned by yours truly (-‿◦).
Caeruleum_ · 2.1M Views

Football Dynasty

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!
Antonigiggs · 23.5K Views

Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!

Gavin, the peculiar anti-hero of Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!, is a petite, delicate-looking teenage boy whose outward appearance is as unnerving as his personality. With his diminutive frame and androgynous features, he often draws confused glances, an effect only heightened by his striking hair—split evenly between stark white and jet black, as if his very existence is divided between light and shadow. But it’s his eyes that truly unsettle: deep, black voids that seem to swallow light, as though they’re windows to the infinite emptiness of his soul. His unnervingly blank expression often gives way to smirks of dry amusement, the only hint at the chaos he’s about to unleash. Gavin has long since stopped caring about the endless cycle of reincarnation he’s trapped in. With no original life to anchor him and an unending loop of memories from countless worlds, identities, and timelines, he’s grown utterly disillusioned. He doesn’t even bother pretending to be invested anymore. Instead, he’s made a choice: if the universe insists on thrusting him into infinite lives, he’ll make each one a stage for his dark comedy, turning everyone around him into unwitting participants in his whimsical chaos. Despite his frail, ghostlike appearance, Gavin wields immense power, easily bending the rules of each world to suit his humor. He might conjure a fire-breathing dragon, only to make it sneeze bubbles instead of fire. He’s just as likely to replace the fearsome demon king’s minions with a choir of tone-deaf singing slimes or turn the Chosen Hero’s sacred relic into a banana. His deadpan delivery and unflinching apathy only make his antics more jarring—he’ll face world-ending crises with the same energy he uses to decide whether breakfast should include toast. Though Gavin’s jokes are seemingly harmless, they often force other characters to face the absurdity of their own existences. Arrogant knights, stoic kings, and brooding villains are all reduced to bumbling fools in his presence, their grand destinies shredded by his relentless mockery of the narratives they cling to. Yet, underneath his sharp wit and apathetic exterior lies a tragic core—an eternal loneliness born from existing without an origin, a person without a home or purpose. For Gavin, humor is both a weapon and a shield, a way to stave off the crushing weight of eternity. While others see him as an unpredictable force of nature, he sees himself as the punchline to an unfunny cosmic joke. His actions may seem random, but there’s a method to his madness: to remind everyone, including himself, that in a world as absurd as his, laughter is the only thing that makes sense.
Seven_Darkness · 1.4K Views

Hallowed Be Thy Ashes

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost? **** Will be posted on Royal Road under the alias Truthbetold.
Giraffed899 · 3.4K Views

Duke Barlow and His Sweet Root Queen

[Version 1] “You wanted a serious marriage with me, that's what you said. And now you’re trying to secretly meet your brother,” Vance said, pushing Liquorice onto the bed. At that moment, their eyes met. Liquorice could see dangerous gold sparks radiating strongly from his usually harmless black eyes. And she can smell the scent of the forest after the rain, that was Vance’s pheromone. “Yes. I tried, but what you did was push me away. Vance, our marriage is only political, you said so,” Liquorice replied firmly. “Are you angry with me about it?” Vance took his duchess’s hand and placed a kiss on her beautiful hand. His voice was as seductive as the sing of the fairy Anastasia. However, this time, Liquorice wouldn’t be weak, “This is a political marriage, I have no reason to be angry.” “Then why do you keep saving me, over and over again?” Vance looked into his duchess’s emerald eyes, unable to hide his confident smile. Liquorice pulled her hand away from him, “I did it for my own benefit.” Vance leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You know you can’t fool me with such a fragile lie. Sweet Root, don’t go anywhere and stay with your husband tonight.” [Version 2] "Enter Jadeherb and destroy it from within, this is your mission," Duke Truman told her. "My dear little sister, go into Jadeherb and bring me valuable information to awaken the mystical dragon. When I become the king of the seven empires, no one will be able to harm you," her brother told her. "My duchess, my Sweet Root, come to me, I will protect you," Duke Barlow told her. For centuries, there were no kings, only 7 dukes ruling their empires, and the Council regulated power. This was how the world worked. In the Council, the no-end war between the Reds and the Blues was obvious. However, an unexpected political marriage took place. The groom was Vance II Barlow, the Duke of Jadeherb, representing the Blues. The bride was Liquorice Ryland, whose godfather was the duke representing the Reds, Klay Truman. The council informed the people that this marriage was a handshake of friendship between the Reds and the Blues, ushering in a new era of peace, but Liquorice did not believe it. Because she had been trained to be a spy for the past year. Liquorice understood that she was just a small pawn on the chessboard of men. Who will Liquorice choose? What will be the end of the battle between the Reds and the Blues? Are there any other plots going on?
Olivia_Moriarty · 296 Views

The tales of the magic rings.

A tale about the rings of the seven kingdoms. It's powers and mysteries. What lies below for the descendant of one of the keepers of the rings. Fiona, a teen who Is embraced In wealth and honour. Her rich and expensive lifestyle Is being tested when she finds out she has powers. Her life took a turn after meeting the handsome, and mysterious Twilight Fall. Highschool ended up being more enchanting than she thought. Finding the lost rings and her families past truth. What will she find on this journey. Love, hatred or something even more than she could Imagine. His dark eyes and her brown sunny eyes. The journey for night and day Is what she will unveil with Twilight. Going through hell to find the rings before It gets Into the wrong hands, Fiona would travel through lands and worlds.   "Are you lost?". He just smirked by the question asked by me. I was the lost one. " You don't speak or,..." . I paused as he made a step forward.         "Me, lost.....". He finally spoke. My eyes were so opened with shock, hearing his voice. He had a calm yet strict voice It was so beautiful I thought he was singing.     "OH! Sorry, I thought you were lost. Besides, If your not lost what you doing In a dark cave with a creepy glowing creature". I looked at his creature as It perched on his shoulder.         He then opens his cloak and smiles. "Pardon, but Violet Is not a creature she's a friend". I looked at him with a puzzled expression. 'Who takes a creature as a friend?'. I thought to my self.         He stepped closer again, with just two step from me. "If you knew where you are, one would know thee who speaks out to the unknown". He spoke with his hands crossed behind his back.         I looked at him confused. What did he just say?. He was giving me more questions than answers.       "I don't have time for this I need to get out of here. My sisters might be looking for me". I said as I tried looking for a way out but, the only way out was to jump back Into the dark pit.           My heart jumped Into my mouth,as I almost fell into the pit again.         "It seems this fair maiden wants to die Immediately". As he smiles with pleasure, like he was mocking me.         "Can I be of some help". He asked politely, for once. I just froze up In fright, as I was not sure of who or what he is. "Come on, I don't bite". As he smirks dubiously.         I hesitated for a while, but I finally stepped a bit closer, with our nose almost touching. It was either I follow this beautiful essence, or die here In this creepy cave.       He pulled me with one hand, as his other hand was gesturing something, like he was performing some kind of jazz or voodoo I thought. I thank God I wasn't close to the little light. Cause It was at his right shoulder.         He suddenly closes his eyes. And like that.... , we were going through the cave walls like ghosts. His other arm was placed behind his back, as he just closed his eyes like he was dead.         I just watched his gawking appearance. His shining white hair, that looked like he cleansed them In a star, his light skin with no sign of scratches, marks, he was just smoothed by just looking at him, his lips were heart shaped with glistering effect, like he uses lip gloss.         I was just jealous looking at him. He finally opened his eyes. "We're here". He alerted all forgotten me. I released my self from his hold, as I saw my sisters calling my name. I was so relieved. I turned to thank him but, he was gone. N.B Cover not mine, from Pinterest. * No rape *
Amarylis_ · 26.9K Views
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