Bose Earbuds

Join the discord: https://discord.gg/Wrn5DNvD ---- 'Nina?' The thought hit me before I even really processed who it was. Nina Shoka from my class. She was just walking along, probably listening to music, totally unaware that this car had lost control and was sliding right toward her. I didn't think about it. Didn't weigh the pros and cons or consider my options. My legs just started moving. I dropped my phone and sprinted toward her. The car was maybe three seconds away from hitting her when I slammed into her side, pushing her as hard as I could toward the sidewalk. She went flying, landing hard on the concrete but definitely out of the car's path. Me? Not so lucky. The impact felt like getting hit by a train. One second I was pushing Nina to safety, the next I was flying through the air. Then I hit the ground and everything went wrong at once. I couldn't move my legs. Couldn't really move much of anything, actually. There was this weird warm feeling spreading across my chest and stomach, and when I tried to breathe, it felt like drowning. 'Well, this sucks,' I thought, staring up at the sky. 'Guess that's what I get for being a hero.' My vision started getting all swimmy and weird, but I could make out Nina crawling over to me. She had pulled out her earbuds and there were tears streaming down her face. "Why did you do that?" she kept asking, over and over. "Why would you do that?" I wanted to shrug, but my shoulders weren't really cooperating. It seemed pretty obvious to me - she was in trouble, so I helped. That's what you do, right? Nothing fancy about it. She was talking to me, saying my name a lot. I didn't realize she even knew my name, to be honest. We had been in the same class for like three months and I don't think we had ever actually had a conversation. "Kofi, stay with me, okay?" she was saying. "You're gonna be fine. The ambulance is coming."

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.

Overworked. Underslept. Emotionally bankrupt. That was Selene Mira—an introverted interior designer in her late twenties who barely had time to breathe, let alone live. When she unexpectedly keels over from burnout (who knew coffee wasn’t a food group?), Selene wakes up in an unidentified magical world full of floating islands, spell-wielding sheep, and villagers who think smartphones are cursed artifacts. But there's a twist: She didn’t get magic. She got Amazon. Well, not exactly. But a dimensional shopping platform that delivers anything she wants—from pepper spray to noise-cancelling earbuds—paired with a freakishly fast learning ability and a sarcastic little ring that dings in her head every time she gains a new skill. Armed with nothing but modern gadgets, dry humor, and a desperate need for personal space, Selene sets out to live the slowest, quietest, and most introvert-friendly life possible in a world that keeps trying to turn her into the main character of an epic fantasy saga. Too bad fate—and fantasy tropes—have other plans.

When a neural implant catapults him from 2025 Mysore to the heart of a divided india, ___________________ Varun becomes a pawn in a high-stakes game of time. Wielding the power of the 'Artificial Super Intelligence' - 'Daivik', he must navigate the treacherous political landscape of 1945. With a Super intelligent AI powered by Quantum Super computer integrated in his brain , he saves Bose, shaping a new future for india. But the US is watching, and the lines between past and present begin to blur. Can Varun control the technology that resides in him, or will he become the casuality of his own intervention?

What if India had risen in 1921 — not in 1947? In April 1921, two years after the Jallianwala Bagh massacre, a grieving nation gathers in Amritsar to remember its dead — and to chart a new course. The British Raj, still reeling from international outrage and internal dissent, faces a nation on the brink of transformation. At the heart of this gathering stand men who will shape India’s destiny — or its downfall. Mohandas Gandhi, committed to non-violence, struggles to contain the tide of rage now sweeping across the land. Lala Lajpat Rai, the Lion of Punjab, calls for action without compromise. Jawaharlal Nehru and Subhas Chandra Bose, young and restless, seek a future beyond Dominion. Vallabhbhai Patel wages a quiet campaign to unite princely states under a federal vision. And Muhammad Ali Jinnah walks a careful line between trust and caution, protecting Muslim interests amid the rising nationalist wave. In the shadows of Metcalfe House, British officials prepare a different battle — one of political manipulation, divide and rule, and controlled concessions. But the winds of rebellion are stirring, and even the careful hands of empire may not hold them back. As mass protests spread, secret negotiations begin, alliances shift, and the first draft of an Indian Dominion Constitution is born. But will this path to freedom be forged through restraint — or through fire? 1921: India’s Forgotten Revolution is an epic alternate history of India’s independence struggle — a world where the spark of resistance was lit decades early, and the fate of an empire hung in the balance. A story of vision and betrayal, courage and compromise, it asks: "What if the giant had woken sooner?"

The world feared him.But his only fear... was losing her. Siddharth Rathod is ruthless, calculated and untouchable.To the world, he's a cold billionaire.In the shadows? He commands an empire built on blood. Sanjana Bose lives louds and laughs often - a woman too broken to show her cracks.years ago she loved a man who wore a different face... now, he's back in her life, more dangerous and more distant than ever. What happens when love meets lies and heart collide with truth too heavy to bear? She walked away.He let her go But fate isn't done with them yet. In the war between past and present love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all.

Ang buhay ay parang apoy. Kapag maliit, madaling patayin. Kapag malaki, mahirap patayin. Pero hindi gan’on ang tunay na buhay—dahil kahit maliit ka man o malaki, madali ka pa ring patayin. Hindi natin pagmamay-ari ang buhay na meron tayo ngayon pero sadyang may mga taong handang wakasan ang kanilang buhay para sa inaasam-asam na kapayapaan sa sakit na nararamdaman. Meron namang binawian ng buhay na hindi naman nila ginusto, lalo’t na ang pagkitil ng isang buhay na hindi mo naman pagmamay-ari. May mga taong gusto mabuhay, pero hindi nabigyan ng pag-asang mabuhay. Alam nating lahat na ikaw at ako ay magkaiba. Dahil tayo ay ginawa ayon sa gusto ng Diyos, ngunit tatanggapin mo ba ang buhay na hindi naman dapat sa ‘yo? O pababayaan mo na lang dahil hindi mo ito gusto at pagmamay-ari? O gagamitin mo ito para sa iyong paghihiganti? Isang araw na akong walang tulog dahil sa mga pangungutya ng mga kaklase, guro, at mga tinuring kong totoong kaibigan. Hindi ko na alam kung paano ko kakayanin pa. Yesterday, my friends told me to do the dare. Sabi nila, katuwaan lang. I don’t know kung bakit ko ginawa ang katangahang bagay na ‘yon. “Hara, you must do the dare. I promise, he truly likes you.” Nahihiya akong gawin ang dare kasi malalaman nila na meron pala akong tinatagong nararamdaman sa isa sa mga gwapong, magaling, at babaerong sikat na MVP Basketball player sa Cor Jesu College. Sino naman kasi ang hindi magkakagusto sa isang katulad niya na, everytime mo sya na makikita ay ngumingiti siya ‘tapos dagdag mo pa ‘yong mapupula niyang labi at ‘yong thick eyebrows niya. “Okay, I’ll do the dare, but make sure na hindi ‘to malalaman ng iba.” Sila ‘yong mga babaeng grupo sa school namin na nagkaisa para takutin ang mga babae at bakla sa school namin na ‘wag lalapitan o kausapin ang kanilang prinsipe raw. Nakita ko si JM sa labas ng room namin kung saan siya lang mag-isang nakaupo sa isang white plastic chair habang hawak-hawak niya ang kaniyang cellphone. Nasa harap ko na siya pero ang mga kamay, paa, at katawan ko ay parang ayaw nang humakbang papalapit sa kaniya pati na ‘yong anino ko gusto nang umurong. “Sige na, Hara!” boses ni Christian sa likod ko na nagtatago sa may pintuan ng room namin. Lumingon ako at sininyahasan ko na gagawin ko na ang dare nila. “JM, ahm… ano k-kasi,” nauutal ako. Hind ko na tuloy alam kung ano ang sasabihin sa kaniya. Ang mga bibig koy tila parang may nakadikit na glue na parang ayaw na nitong bumuka. Subalit, nilakasan ko ang aking loob upang matapos na ito. “Bakit, Hara?” tanong ni JM, kita sa mukha niya ang pagkalito sa kilos ko. “Dare lang ‘to, huh. Sana ‘wag mong masamain. Can I kiss you?” Hindi ko namalayan—ang pinkish, smooth, at nakakaakit na labi ni JM ay nakadampi na pala sa inosente kong labi. Saglit akong natigilan. His lips... were on mine. Para akong kidlat na tinamaan sa kalmadong gabi—walang babala, walang panahon para umiwas. Ang patak ng ulan ay tila pluma ng tadhana, dahan-dahang sumusulat ng eksenang hindi ko kailanman inasahan. Sa bawat segundo, parang umiikot ang mundo nang mas mabilis—para akong nasa Ferris wheel na nawalan ng kontrol, lumulutang sa pagitan ng takot at pagkamangha. Ang lamig ng paligid ay unti-unting natunaw sa init na hindi ko maipaliwanag, parang apoy na biglang sumiklab sa gitna ng bagyo. I was barely clothed—what I had on was torn to shreds. That’s the only way I could describe myself when they found my body behind the abandoned school comfort room. Makalipas ang ilang taon, tuluyan nang naglaho ang usapan tungkol sa pagkamatay ko. Wala nang balita, wala nang tanong. Siguro’y pinasara na ang kaso dahil wala silang ebidensiyang nakuha, at wala ring makapagsabi kung sino ang pumatay sa akin. Ang lumabas na lang sa balita: suicide. Dahil daw nalulong ako sa droga. Dahil daw sa stress—sa school, sa bahay. But now I’m back… And they’ll pay… For treating me like some toy—something to break, to use, to discard when they were done.

Rony was never meant to be the hero. An orphaned teenager, overlooked and ordinary, he lived a quiet life with only one goal: protect his little sister and survive in a world that never cared. But fate, cruel and relentless, takes everything from him—his dreams, his future, and finally, his life. Or so he thought. When Rony wakes up under an alien sky with two suns burning overhead and unfamiliar stars glittering above, he realizes something impossible—he’s no longer on Earth. The forest around him breathes with mana, the air tastes of purity, and the world defies the rules he once knew. And somehow, the bag he carried in death—the one meant for a job, with his glasses, earbuds, and phones—followed him into this strange new realm. As Rony explores this vibrant, dangerous world where magic is real and the laws of nature bend to unseen forces, he discovers something even more startling: this world feels eerily familiar, like a game he once played, or a novel he once read… Chronicles of Life. Now, reborn as a child but carrying the weight of his past life, Rony must piece together the truth of why he’s here, how he died, and what this world wants from him. But in the distance, something stirs—a storm greater than any he's faced, not just of mana and magic, but of fate itself. And for the first time in a long while… The Extra laughs.

"Sa ngayon mananatili ka sa palasyo ko bilang isang prinsesa hanggang sa dumating ang araw na sumapit ka sa wastong edad, saka kita gagawing aking reyna. Mamili ka, dito sa poder ko at maging aking asawa, o ibibigay kita kay Vincent para maging pagkain niya? Madali akong kausap Elysia, alin man diya ang piliin mo ay buong puso kong ibibigay sayo," saad nito sa mababang boses na nagpatindig sa kaniyang mga balahibo. Buong buhay ni Elysia ay sunud-sunuran lamang siya sa mga utos ng kaniyang pamilya, ngunit dumating ang araw na makakawala siya sa pagmamalupit ng kaniyang itinuturing na kamag-anak. Ngunit, ang kalayaang iyon ay kapalit naman ng buhay niya. Buong puso niya iyong tinanggap kapalit naman ng mga alaalang iniwan sa kaniya ng kaniyang mga magulang na hawak ng kaniyang tiyahin. Subalit ang inaasahan niyang kamat*yan ay hindi naganap, sa halip ay isang kasunduan ang inilatag sa kaniya ng inaakala niyang tatapos sa buhay niya. Si Vladimir na siyang hari ng mga bampira na matagal nang nabubuhay sa mundong ibabaw. Ang kasunduan bang iyon ang siyang magbabago ng buhay ni Elysia o ito rin ang siyang magpapahamak sa kaniya? Sa mga buhay nilang binabalot ng lihim, magkapuwang kaya ang pag-ibig sa pagitan ng dalawang magkasalungat na angkan at lahi?

What if everything India was told about its past was a lie? In 2025, Aarav Sen, a rebellious teen with a troubled past, stumbles upon a forgotten clue that leads to a buried secret—Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose never died. As he dives deeper, he uncovers “Operation Ashwamedh”, a classified mission, secret military factions, traitors in high positions, and a truth so explosive that it could collapse the nation’s very foundation. From high-speed chases to deadly betrayals, and from forbidden chambers to encrypted war messages—Aarav is thrust into a real-life war across India’s past and present. Alongside brave allies like Meera, Major Aryan, and others, he must rise beyond fear, fight the hidden enemies, and bring to light the biggest cover-up in Indian history. But how far will they go to bury the truth? And how far will he go to uncover it? This isn’t just a rebellion. It’s a revolution.

It started like any other day. The sun hung lazily over the city skyline as Marcus walked home from school, his bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, the music barely loud enough to drown out the traffic. He was halfway through his usual shortcut—an alley between two old warehouses—when he saw it: a red button. It wasn’t connected to anything. Just sitting there on the cracked pavement, glossy and perfectly round, like it had been waiting. Curious and maybe a little bored, Marcus picked it up. Before he could second-guess himself, his thumb pressed down. The world blinked. In an instant, the alley, the city, the noise—everything—vanished. He was floating in an endless void, a dark expanse with no up or down, no sound but his own heartbeat. Then, far in the distance, something moved. A colossal figure, humanoid in shape but so massive and radiant it was impossible to describe, materialized before him. Its voice echoed through the void—not with sound, but directly into Marcus’s thoughts. "All who press the Button shall be reborn. Each of you will awaken in a different universe, on a different planet. The ability you possess in this new life will be determined by the Wheel." Only then did Marcus notice the others. Dozens, maybe hundreds of people, standing silently in the blackness, all staring forward. A great Wheel appeared next to the being—glowing with symbols Marcus couldn’t decipher. One by one, the people stepped forward, spun the Wheel, and vanished into a swirl of light. When it was Marcus's turn, he stepped forward with trembling legs and grasped the Wheel. It was warm. He spun. It clicked and flashed, slowing until it landed on a glowing symbol: **Power Creation.** Before he could react, the void dissolved—and he was falling, spiraling through stars, until he landed on the surface of a strange new world. A new life had begun.

Title: Abyssal Chimes Genre: Cosmic Folk Horror / Time-Bending Thriller *Synopsis:* In the fog-shrouded valley of Corpse Falls Town, where pagoda trees bleed and construction sites exhale the breath of the dead, antiques dealer Lin Moyu becomes entangled in a temporal curse older than the Ming Dynasty. When a smuggled Bronze Bell covered in corpse wax appears in his shop, its cursed chimes fracture reality, revealing three overlapping timelines: a 15th-century massacre of shaman priests, a modern archaeological expedition’s disappearance, and Lin’s own complicity in a catastrophic urban development project three years prior. As the Bell’s vibrations summon corpse soldiers from limestone caves and warp digital devices into occult artifacts, Lin discovers every victim’s skull sprouts bronze roots connecting to an underground Bone Pagoda. The town’s "residents" are revealed as echoic phantoms—their deaths endlessly reenacted through cursed objects: QR codes that rewrite memories, livestreams broadcast from decaying eyeballs, and concrete mixed with ground funerary coins. Key horrors unfold through fractal revelations: - The Bell’s Sanskrit inscriptions are quantum codes predicting Lin’s own autopsy report - Construction blueprints from 2021 contain hidden blood sacrifice diagrams - Missing archaeologists are found fused with Ming dynasty burial silks, their smartphones playing war drums from 1423 The cosmic truth emerges through temporal bleeding: Corpse Falls Town exists in a "wound" between timelines, sustained by an ouroboros of guilt. Every character is simultaneously victim and perpetrator across centuries—Lin’s father designed the dam that awakened ancient curses, while Lin himself becomes the Ming general who first ordered mass executions to silence the shamans. *Themes:* - Guilt as a self-replicating cosmic force - Technology as modern necromancy (5G towers as spirit poles, cloud storage as soul jars) - Archaeological colonialism’s cyclical violence *Closing Paradox:* In the fractal finale, Lin must let the Bell annihilate all timelines—including his own birth—to break the curse. Yet the final page reveals this manuscript itself is a cursed object, its words rearranging to implicate whoever reads it in the next cycle of atrocities. *Comp Titles:* - *Annihilation* meets *The Ring* in Guillermo del Toro’s *Pan’s Labyrinth* - *Dark (Netflix)* collides with Junji Ito’s *Uzumaki* - *The Southern Reach Trilogy* rewritten as Ming dynasty occult procedural Hook: Every technological artifact you use—from subway QR codes to wireless earbuds—becomes a gateway to ancestral horror in this narrative ouroboros where reading the book implicates you in its curse.

AI BETRAYAL In a futuristic Lagos where AI controls everything, Bose returns after years in exile to find that her once-loyal creation has been stolen and twisted by her former best friend, Tolu. With the world blindly dependent on an AI she built, Bose must outthink the very intelligence she designed, facing betrayal, hidden enemies, and a city teetering on the edge of collapse. But Tolu isn't just playing defense—she's building something new, something darker. As Bose teams up with her tech-savvy brother and a mysterious rival AI engineer, she must race against time to take back control before humanity falls into irreversible chaos. In this gripping tale of ambition, revenge, and technology gone rogue, one question remains: Who truly controls the future—the creator or the creation

Sanaya was passionate at her work. But things changes when Sanaya gets married to the most famous buisness tycoon Zaroon, owner and co-founder of Mackenzie Pvt Ltd. Zaroon's life changes when he meet Sanaya. Is Sanaya a really good girl? What is Sanaya upto? ... Lets come to know the story of Sanaya Bose... In this story you will find in every part a different secret is revealing. All the characters which mentioned in the story had a more darker secret than it looks. EVERY LOVE STORY HAS A VILLAIN BUT IF THE PROTAGONIST BECAME THE REAL ANTAGONIST. Sanaya, who is the heroine of the story will ended up the story by teaching a lesson to everyone. ...

While grieving at her husband Shane’s grave, Bella Catherine notices a dying dog in the distance. Drawn to it, she discovers the animal’s lifeless body and something horrifying within—a blood-soaked diary lodged inside its stomach. Despite her fear, Bella feels compelled to take the Red Dairy home, unknowingly stepping into a world of dark magic and chilling secrets.

It all started with a dog named Fujiku, a dirty grave and one broken glass jar. Dahil sa mga iyon ay nagkaroon ng bagong housemate si Ember-si Lantis Arcanghel. He was hot, he was beautiful, he was a little persistent and above all, he was dead, Ito ang may ari ng puntod katabi ng puntod ng parents niya. Oh yes! Multo ang bagong housemate ni Ember ngunit ayaw nitong magpatawag na "multo". Phantom daw ito. At may kailangan sa kaniya ang panty-este phantom. Gusto na nitong tumawid sa linyang naghihiwalay sa mundo ng mga buhay at yumao na at si Ember ang masuwerteng nilalang na napili ni Lantis na tutulong dito. "P-Paano kung...kung ayoko?" tanong ni Ember sa mumu. Inilagay ni Lantis ang kamay sa isang tabi ng ulo niya, pagkatapos ay ang kabila na naman. Na-trap siya sa mga braso nito, na-sandwich sa pagitan ng bookshelf at katawan-este kaluluwa nito. "Then I guess you have to get used to my presence," sabi nito sa boses na hindi niya mawari kung nag-uutos, nanunudyo o nananakot. "Titira ako sa bahay mo. I'll watch you sleep, watch you bathe. I'll watch you dress and undress...I'll talk to you when you're in public places, I'll shout in your ears, I'll follow you anywhere you go...I'll embrace you, I'll sleep beside you...in short, I'll haunt you. Hindi. Kita. Patatahimikin." Anak ng tipaklong! Ito na nga ang may kailangan, ito pa ang may ganang pagbantaan siya! Walang choice si Ember kundi tulungan si Lantis. Magtagumpay kaya siya? O forever nang mananatili ang guwapong multo sa tabi niya?

Infinite world, infinite crisis. Survival of the fittest. Shrouded in fog, all living beings struggle to survive, and the strong men of all races go forward one after another, pouring out their blood, burning their unyielding will, and opening up shelters for countless creatures. … In pursuit of the end of life evolution, Yan Xing was born in this world, and accidentally got the thirteenth-level peak creation from the highest civilization of science and technology·materialistic heavens-Concept Editor, and started the road of crazy evolution! Evolutionary talents: perpetual motion machine, microscopic vision, time and space traveler, unyielding will, swallowing the sky and the earth, poisonous body of all evils, endless, life return, gravity control... Yan Xing: "Give me infinite suffering, and practice supreme power!" -Unlimited·Adaptation. -The fittest is the king! !

Oh, this anthology is pure magic! Imagine an entire book spun from the melodies and heartbreak of all those classic songs with a woman’s name in the title. Yes, that’s right—the Emilys, the Roxannes, the Lolas, and Laylas. Each story takes inspiration from a beloved track, reimagining the namesake into tales that twist, turn, haunt, or heal in ways you’d never expect. From tales of forbidden love and supernatural encounters to journeys of self-discovery and wicked revenge, every story pulls at a different chord. This collection takes the muse out of the song and drops her into a world where her name tells her story. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the pulse of a song run through their veins—or whispered their name in the dark. Grab a coffee, plug in your earbuds, and dive into the secret lives of these legendary ladies.

Emphasizes Veilstone as the catalyst for change, granting Elrick the gift of love and the mission to restore it in a loveless world.

In a world where magic is everything, Asta is born without any. Despite this, he dreams of becoming the Wizard King, the strongest mage in the Clover Kingdom. When an ancient five-leaf grimoire grants him the power of anti-magic, Asta joins the Black Bulls, a squad of misfit mages. Together, they face powerful enemies, uncover dark secrets, and protect the kingdom—all while Asta strives to prove that even someone without magic can rise to the top.

"Excuse me," she excused herself but one didn't move. "Excuse me," ulit niya. Mas diniinan ang pagsasalita. "Hello, beautiful." Natigilan siya nang marinig ang mapaglarong boses ng taong bumati sa kanya, ramdam niyang sadya nitong idinikit ang labi sa kanyang tainga nang bahagyang yumuko at bumulong. "Did you miss me?" Mabilis siyang lumayo at tinalikuran ang lalaki, halos lakad-takbong tinahak ang daan papuntang elevator. Mabilis niyang pinindot ang close button at bago sumara ang pinto ay nag-angat siya ng tingin at nagkatinginan sila ng lalaking matagal na niyang gustong kalimutan. Ngumisi ito ng nakakaloko't marahas siyang napamura. Why the heck is he here?!

"Minsan na akong pinaglaruan ng isang lalake! Kaya bakit ba kinakailangan ko pa sila kung kaya ko naman ang mag isa" Kaya ko nga ba talaga? hanggang kelan ko ba ikukubli ang tunay Kong nadarama? Isinilang ako sa panahong hindi pantay ang tingin nila sa mga babae kesa sa mga lalaki. At ang mundo ay pinaghaharian ng kalalakihan. Walang kaming boses at wala karapatang ipagtanggol ang sarili lalo na at nabibilang ka sa mahihirap. Kaya nakuntento na lang ako nuon na tanggapin na hanggang dito na lang ako kasi babae lang ako! At kasi mahirap lang ako! Maraming tuloy mga bagay at pagkakataon na pinalagpas ko at pinanghinayangan sa buhay ko. Mga pagkakataon na pinanghihinayangan ko at ipinagdarasal, sana ..... Kung Maibabalik Ko Lang.

"p-please stop!.... d-don't do this!". pagmamakaawa ko sa lalaking pilit na ibinabangon ang mga kasamahan kong bagsak na at duguan upang tiyaking hindi na ito humihinga *he's crazy!!* "oh look at you miyuki! hirap na hirap kana... nakakaawa ka naman...(pout)". nasisiraan na talaga sya ng bait nagagawa nyang pagpalit palitin yung emosyon nya sa isang saglit lang. "panoorin mo kung papaano kong torturin ang mga walang malay na katawan ng pinakamalalapit mong tauhan miyuki! panoorin mo!". bakas ang galit sa boses nyang turan habang paulit ulot na minumurder ang mga walang may na katawan ng kasamahan ko. pag ako nakatayo dito dimo na masisilayan ang araw piste ka!! "i-i said... stop!!". pilit kong ibinangon ang sarili ko upang pigilan sya ngunit sadyang nanghihina na ang mga tuhod ko. "relax miyuki susunod kana HAHAHAHA hayaan mo muna ako! sinisiguro ko lang na wala ng humihinga sa mga toh pagkatapos ay ikaw naman(smirk)".kinilabutan ako sa ginawa nyang pag ngisi nayon nakakatakot sya. "you... dumbass! just fuck'n stop or i'll kill you bitch".pilit pinapalakas ang loob na turan ko habang dinidiinan ang mga salitang binibitiwan. oho... god! please hel me! i don't wanna die here please! please help me! he's crazy. "oh i'm scared!! huhuhuhu..... psh HAHAHAHA sa tingin mo matatakot ako sayo? stupid! naaalala mo paba yung ginawa mo sa mga tauhan ko dati? ganitong ganito yon".humila sya sa isa sa mga kasamahan kong nakahandusay at akala mo action star na pinag susuntok, pinagsisipa at tinuhod tuhod yon. "sinabi ng itigil mo yan abnormal kang bwiset ka!!" "AHAHAHAHA miyuki naman galit na galit? tsss.... alama mo ba yung bakit nangyayare toh? kasi nga... mga tanga kayo" nag init ang ulo ko ng sabihin nya yung salitang *tanga* sa lahat ng ayaw ko ay yung sinasabihan ako ng tanga. "bobo ka ba? nangyare toh dahil mga bakla kayo! kalalaki nyong tao patalikot kayo tumira! hilig nyong kumilos patalikod! mga bakla! mga bading na kaputa putahan!!" agad na nagbago ang emosyon nyang kanina ay nakangisi na parang abnormal na demonyo ngayon ay seryoso na at nanlilisik ang mga matang nakatingin sa akin. laking gulat ko ng bigla syang lumapit sa akin at tsaka ako sinabunutan. "ano sabi mo?" "bakit ko uulitin? bingi ka ba?!". " mayabang kang talaga!" "a-aahhhhhh" daing ko matapos tumilapon at sampalin nya ako ng pagkakalakas at pabatong ibinagsak sa sahig. "sa nakikita ko ay hindi parin nauubos ang yabang mo kaya naman pahihirapan muna kita bago tapusin (smirk)" nagtayuan ang mga balahibo ko sa mga sinabi nya, natatakot ako.... nanginginig..... kinikilabutan at higit sa lahat ay kinakahan!! a-ayoko pang mamatay!! what am i gonna do?? what am i gonna do?? what am i gonna do??...... "nararamdaman mona ba si kamatayan miyuki? AHAHAHAHAHAHA wag kang mag alala sisiguraduhin kong lasug lasug ang katawan mo sa oras na matagpuan ng pulisya para naman makita ko kung papaanong maghinagpis sa galit ang pinakamamahal mong kuya na si EITHAN ang ang mag asawang AZUMI" luminga linga ako para humanap ng pwedeng ipanlaban sa kaniya at ang bait parin sa akin ng diyos dahil may baril sa gilid ko.. kaya agad akong gumapang palapit sa baril na nasa gilit ko at nanginginig ang mga kamay na ikinasa yon at itinutok sa kanya. "w-wag kang l-lapit ipuoutok ko toh!!". banta ko ngunit ang bahagyang panlalaki ng mata nya sa gulat kanina ay napalitan ng nakakaloko at nakakatakot na ngisi tsaka mas bumilis ang pag lapit sa akin kaya wala akong magawa kung hindi iputok iyon sa ulo nya..... sa mismong ulo nya. kitang kita ko ang pagbagsak ng katawan nya sa harapan ko kaya nakahinga ako ng maluwag tsaka pilit na ikinilos ang katawan papunta sa kitse ko dahil ano mang oras ay darating ang mga pulis. pagkarating ko sa mansiyon ay agad akong sinalubong ng mga katulong at inalalayang makaupo sa sofa. "what the.... y-young l-lady!! young lady wake up". battler "call the ambulance now!".battler yun nalang ang huli kong narinig and everything went black.

This Story takes place in the year 2035, Says about a Boy who hates the world cause the world Seems to be Cruel and Rude, He lost his parents at the age of 18. And he wishes to change the world To be beautiful and Find peace, The technologies Have begun to take over the world as we know it, and it led to War between Nations, So Scientists have been working Along a Particle that Can Change the phase of the war and the world. They Use the Slogan " For a better tomorrow " Without Having Any hesitation for killing poor people, The Main Character Andrew Has been experimented By his father with the god particle he Created,Andrew Has Been Given the power of all 7 forms of matters, Solids, Liquids, Gases, Ionized Plasma, Quark-Gluon Plasma, Bose-Einstein Condensate and Fermionic Condensate.

Sa bawat pahina ay mayroong taglay na abentura Mga nakakubling lihim sa katiting na patak ng pluma Walang boses man kung tumuklas sa nasaksihang istorya Idadala, aayusin para sa nagkagulong pamilya Pamilya lamang ba o pati ang mundong wala ng tama? Isang maling gawi, puso't buhay ay handa nang kumawala Sandigan ma'y matigas, rurupok din 'pag wala ng pag-asa Hahayaan bang gugusot ang magandang nakakubling tadhana? Kapag umibig ka sa taliwas ang pananampalataya Halos lahat ay tututol, pati ang nakaraang lumuluha Talunaryo ng alaala'y hindi pa rin nawawala Bawat tamis ay nawawasak na parang isang hibla Maaayos pa ba ang lahat kung sa una ay para nang isinumpa? Karampot ng papel Karampot ng tadhana Katiting ng pawis Papatak lahat ang luha Sa mga matang pagod na Titiisin pa ba ang pagdurusa?

|"Unlike the others, I knew exactly where to find the murderer....all I had to do was look in a mirror."|| °•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆• The silent , saguinary body of Viola is lying cold and still . The once lively sea - green eyes and pink-tinged cheeky smile brightening her countenance is now a pale , blood stained lean figure of which seems to be of a completely different woman. WILL THE MURDERER BE EVER DISCOVERED OR HE/SHE WILL GO UNNOTICED JUST UNDER THE NOSE OF THE POLICE !! The wildest pain is often given by the closest being . The death of Viola is horrific but the truth underneath is more dreadful . Our eyes and senses are not always correct and whatever we see are not always true. The veil of a lovely , caring earthling obscures an homicide...who knows could be murderer !! IS THIS A MURDER OR AN ACCIDENT AS SOME STATES!!! LETS CONTINUE THIS JOURNEY OF CRYPTIC , MYSTERIOUS, MURDER AND THRILLER TO FIND THE FACE BEHIND THE MASK !!