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Fragments of Me

Here's a detailed synopsis for "Fragments of Me" that highlights the key plot points, character arcs, and the mystery/thriller elements while maintaining the emotional core of the romance. --- Title: Fragments of Me Genre: High School Romance with Mystery/Thriller Elements Word Count: 90,000 Synopsis: Seventeen-year-old Elena Aster wakes up in a hospital bed with no memory of who she is. The only fragments she clings to are fleeting images of a burning car, a woman’s terrified voice screaming, “Run, Elena,” and the lingering sense that something is terribly wrong. After a tragic car accident that claimed her parents' lives, Elena is taken in by her uncle, Damian Aster, a charismatic and influential businessman whose seemingly perfect family hides cracks beneath the surface. Damian’s wife is distant, her cousin Nate treats her with hostility, and only her other cousin, Lucas, offers a friendly face in an unfamiliar world. Starting over at Bellrose High, Elena struggles to fit in, haunted by fragmented flashbacks and the gnawing suspicion that her accident wasn’t just an accident. When she crosses paths with the rebellious and sharp-tongued Jaxon Rivers in an unconventional encounter, sparks fly—but not the romantic kind. Jaxon, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, has his own reasons for distrusting the wealthy elite. His father, once an accountant at Aster PLC Ltd., mysteriously disappeared while investigating financial misconduct tied to the Aster family. Jaxon believes Damian holds the key to his father’s fate, but he can’t prove it—yet. Their worlds collide when Elena witnesses Jaxon in a brutal fight at school. Despite her initial disdain for him, she finds herself drawn into his dangerous orbit after saving his life. As Elena’s flashbacks grow more vivid, she and Jaxon form an uneasy alliance to uncover the truth behind her parents’ deaths, her lost memories, and the dark secrets entwining their families. Digging deeper, they discover Damian’s double life as the enigmatic "Orion Black," the mastermind behind an embezzlement scheme, corporate fraud, and something far darker. Evidence suggests Damian orchestrated the car accident to seize control of the Aster fortune, but his crimes go beyond greed. Jaxon’s investigation reveals that his father might still be alive—or worse, trapped in a fate more sinister than death. As Elena and Jaxon unravel the tangled web of lies, they face betrayals from those closest to them. Nate’s hostility masks deep-rooted jealousy and fear of losing his privileged status. Damian manipulates Elena’s fragile trust, gaslighting her into doubting her instincts. Even Jaxon’s motives are clouded by a thirst for revenge. Yet amidst the chaos, Elena and Jaxon’s reluctant partnership evolves into something more—a fierce, undeniable connection born from shared pain, vulnerability, and the hope of healing. With danger closing in, Elena must confront the horrifying truth: her memories were stolen, her life manipulated, and the people she thought she could trust are her greatest enemies. In a pulse-pounding climax, she faces Damian, armed not just with evidence of his crimes but with the strength she’s found within herself. The girl who woke up broken becomes the young woman who fights back. But victory comes at a cost. As secrets shatter and blood is spilled, Elena learns that love can be both her greatest weapon and her deepest wound. In the end, "Fragments of Me" isn’t just about uncovering the past—it’s about reclaiming identity, embracing vulnerability, and finding hope in the fragments left behind.
Olu_John · 771 Views

My Supreme Lord System : Obey Your Lord

The story have some dark sides and Mature subject . ________ Hey… my name is Noel. Noel Vence. I was just a normal university student—a hardcore otaku who spent more time reading web novels than studying. My life was simple: wake up, go to class (or skip it), binge anime, and repeat. But that normal life shattered in an instant. It was supposed to be an ordinary evening. I was walking home after another long day, completely lost in thoughts about the latest murim novel I had been reading. Then… it happened. The sky split apart. A deafening roar echoed through the city as massive, glowing rifts tore open in the air. From those rifts, dark figures emerged—monsters. Real, living, breathing monsters. Dungeons had appeared on Earth. At first, I thought it was a prank, some kind of crazy sci-fi event. But the screams, the blood, the buildings crumbling under the weight of unknown creatures… it was all real. Too real. I didn't panic. Maybe it was because I had read too many apocalypse stories, but my mind adapted fast. Unlike the terrified crowds running in every direction, I immediately understood the situation. These were low-level dungeons. That meant low-level monsters. But for normal humans… this was a nightmare. Then, my heart dropped. Mom. My mother was sick. My father was overseas for business, leaving her alone at home. If one of these monsters got to our house before I did— I ran. Faster than I ever had in my life. The streets were in chaos. Creatures that looked like goblins and kobolds were slaughtering anyone they could find. Buildings were burning, cars overturned. But none of that mattered. I sprinted, dodging through alleys, taking the fastest possible route home. By the time I reached our house, my hands were shaking. The door was broken. I stepped inside. A sharp, gut-wrenching stench filled the air. Blood. My mother's body lay on the floor, lifeless. A goblin stood over her, a crude knife dripping with fresh blood in its hands. My mind blanked. Something inside me shattered. My chest tightened, my breath quickened. Rage, grief, disbelief—all my emotions exploded at once. I couldn't control it. Then, something impossible happened. A sharp, burning sensation filled my palm. And in the next moment— A spear materialized in my hand. The goblin turned, its yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. It snarled and charged. I barely reacted in time, lifting the spear in reflex. The goblin's knife scraped against the wooden shaft, sending vibrations up my arms. The impact nearly knocked me off balance. Too strong…! Before I could recover, the goblin lunged again. I twisted my body, barely avoiding a stab aimed at my throat. My grip tightened on the spear, and I swung wildly. The tip scraped against the goblin's side, drawing blood. It shrieked in anger rather than pain, retaliating instantly. A sharp pain exploded in my left shoulder. The goblin's knife had found its mark. "Gah—!" I stumbled back, gasping. Blood dripped down my arm, pain burning through my entire body. But I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. The goblin rushed in for the kill. My mind raced. I had no formal training—just instinct and the stories I had read. But that was enough. I spun the spear, forcing the goblin to step back. For the first time, hesitation flickered in its eyes. I pressed forward, stabbing with all my strength. The goblin dodged, but I adjusted my grip mid-strike and swung the shaft instead. The wooden handle cracked against its ribs. The goblin howled in pain. I didn't give it a chance to recover. I thrust forward again, this time aiming for its leg. The spear pierced flesh. The goblin collapsed onto one knee. Adrenaline surged through me. I raised the spear over my head. Then— The goblin grinned. My instincts screamed at me to move, but I was too slow. The goblin lunged one last time, its blade sinking into my side. I gasped, my vision blurring. Pain roared through my
MR_Writer_ · 3.9K Views

The Soccer in Me

Marcus Jones was a passionate soccer enthusiast who found himself in the afterlife with another chance; haunted by the memories of a painful life and driven by an unrelenting passion for the game, Marcus chose a second chance to fulfill his dreams. As he navigates a world of selfish clubs and soccer prodigies, he realizes that soccer is not merely a sport but the grandest stage in the pursuit of dreams that transcend the boundaries of human capability. Guided by his undying love for the game, Marcus confronts the challenges that thwart his journey to greatness. "The Soccer in Me" explores the themes of pursuing dreams, second chances, and cherishing life as Marcus Jones grapples with his past, embraces his present, and strives for a future where the echoes of the past propel him toward a destiny that transcends the confines of mortal existence. In a world where the pitch becomes humanity's battleground, and love defies constraint, Marcus learns that every kick, every goal, and every heartbeat is a step closer to the eternity of his dreams. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author: I am trying to dip my toes into the idea of writing, so constructive ideas or corrections is greatly appreciated. Just know that to repost a chapter messes up the book in people's Libraries, so any mistake you find I will correct on my Original Document, but will not be posted on Webnovel until I finish the novel and repost the whole thing with all the edits. - Expect Chapters to be anywhere between 500-800 words, obviously it could go over, but the minimum will always be 500. - I do not have a set schedule for posting, but I want to try at least once a week. - There will be elements of Romance and it will be heavily explored, but the main theme of the novel will always be Soccer/Futbol. No Harem.
Zhang_Kai_Rui · 16.7K Views

surrounding me

My mind reeled as the realization dawned on me that the man I had casually bumped into was none other than Christopher Hemsworth. A wave of panic surged through me. What if he was annoyed that I had bumped into him? My heart raced at the thought, a mixture of fear and anxiety knotting my stomach. I replayed our brief encounter in my mind, worrying about the impression I might have made. As I tried to compose myself, I suddenly noticed his gaze shifting across the room. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he wasn't just looking in my direction; he was looking directly at me. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears. His hazel eyes, so captivating up close, now seemed to pierce through the distance between us, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. For a moment, everything else faded away-the bustling crowd, the applause, even the sound of my own thoughts. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, connected by an invisible thread. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The admiration I had felt earlier was now tinged with awe and a touch of disbelief. How could someone so extraordinary take notice of me? The sheer magnetism of his presence made it hard to look away, and yet I was painfully aware of every second that passed under his scrutiny. As he continued to look at me, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he recalling our encounter with amusement, or was he as surprised as I was by this unexpected turn of events? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but beneath it all, a small spark of excitement flickered, kindling a hope I dared not fully acknowledge.
tsfiea · 22.5K Views
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