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Who Died In The Rumbling

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 44.7K Views

Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!
CloudCatcher · 347.6K Views

Turning: Those who shine in the dark

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.
LYdiaWine_House · 8.9K Views
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