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The Writer’s Paradox

Max Carter, a struggling writer with untapped potential, discovers an ancient pen and notebook buried in the forgotten corners of his university library. To his surprise, the notebook activates a LitRPG interface called the Nexus System, revealing a startling truth: countless fictional worlds have begun to collapse. Villains have won in stories where they shouldn’t have, characters are straying from their arcs, and plotlines are unraveling, creating dangerous rifts that connect these broken stories to one another. The Nexus System assigns Max the role of "Keeper," sending him into these corrupted narratives to repair the damage. Each time he enters a story, the system assigns him a role—Main Character, Side Character, or Random NPC—forcing him to navigate each world from different perspectives. Max must restore the proper endings, ensuring the protagonist wins and the story regains stability before the rift consumes it entirely. But the villains, unaware of their fictional nature, are thriving in their rewritten worlds, making Max’s mission more dangerous with every step. The breakdown of one story threatens the stability of others, as rifts open pathways between worlds, allowing elements from one narrative to bleed into another. Max must carefully balance his interference, as disrupting the story too much risks deepening the rift and pulling entire worlds into chaos. With each story he repairs, Max grows closer to uncovering the truth about the Nexus, the ancient pen and notebook, and why he was chosen. But as the stakes rise and the lines between reality and fiction blur, Max must decide whether to follow the system’s rules—or rewrite his own ending.
WonderBound · 1K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 11.6K Views

BE my wifey

In this heartwarming and captivating romance, Be My Wifey takes readers on an emotional journey of love, trust, and second chances. Amara Collins is a strong-willed, independent woman who has sworn off relationships after a painful heartbreak. Focusing on her thriving career, she’s determined to avoid the distractions of romance. That is, until she crosses paths with Noah Bennett—a charming, successful entrepreneur who seems to have everything, except the one thing he truly desires: a lasting love. When a chance encounter brings them together, sparks fly, and Noah is immediately drawn to Amara’s spirit and beauty. Despite her reluctance, he’s determined to win her over. But Noah carries a secret—a family obligation that comes with a surprising proposal. In a twist of fate, he offers Amara an unconventional deal: pretend to be his fiancée for a few months to fulfill a family tradition, and in exchange, he’ll help her achieve a personal goal she's always dreamed of. Caught between logic and the undeniable chemistry they share, Amara agrees to the arrangement. But as they navigate the challenges of pretending to be a couple, feelings they never expected begin to surface, complicating their seemingly simple deal. With their hearts on the line and personal stakes rising, will they be able to separate fantasy from reality—or will their pretend love turn into something real? Be My Wifey is a heartfelt story about taking risks, opening up to love again, and discovering that sometimes, what starts as a game can lead to a lifetime of happiness.
Dunamis_Oriade_3547 · 3.5K Views

Be Gentle, Immortal Master

[Warning: Mature Content] "Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?" "For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant." Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart. But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before. ---------------- Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :) Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters! ---------------- [Sneak Peek] He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. "Say you want me," he whispered. "Bai Ye—" I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth. Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree. "Bai Ye …" I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. "Of course I want you … Right here, right now." He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.
Witchhazel · 2.5M Views
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