Scarf Stitching

The forest was unusually quiet that evening, its towering trees casting long shadows under the dim glow of the setting sun. Selene Rivers adjusted her scarf against the biting autumn chill, her boots crunching against the blanket of fallen leaves. She'd come to the woods for solace, hoping the isolation would help her clear her thoughts. Life in the small town of Everhollow had been far from eventful—until tonight. She hadn't planned to stay out late, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, she realized she'd wandered farther than usual. The air felt different now—heavier, as though the forest itself was holding its breath. A low growl shattered the silence. Selene froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned slowly, scanning the woods, but nothing stirred. Her pulse raced as she quickened her pace, her breath visible in the icy air. The growl came again, louder this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of snapping twigs. Panic surged through her veins. Selene broke into a run, weaving between the trees, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But she wasn't fast enough. A massive wolf leapt from the shadows, landing a few feet ahead of her. Its fur was jet-black, its golden eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Selene skidded to a halt, her breath hitching. The creature snarled, baring sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight. Her mind raced. Wolves weren't supposed to be this big. This wasn't an ordinary animal—it radiated an unnatural intelligence, its gaze locked onto hers with almost human intensity. "Stay back," she whispered, though she knew it was futile. The wolf crouched, muscles coiling as it prepared to pounce. Selene closed her eyes, bracing for the worst. A deafening roar echoed through the forest, and the black wolf was suddenly thrown sideways by a blur of movement. Selene's eyes snapped open as two figures tumbled across the forest floor—a second wolf, larger and more imposing, its fur a stormy gray streaked with silver. The two beasts clashed violently, their growls shaking the air. Selene stumbled backward, her instincts urging her to run, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. The gray wolf fought with ferocity, its movements fluid and precise, as though it had been trained for this moment. After a brutal exchange of claws and teeth, the black wolf let out a pained yelp and darted into the shadows, disappearing into the depths of the forest. The gray wolf stood still, its chest heaving as it watched the retreating figure. Slowly, it turned to face Selene. She should have been terrified. But as the wolf's piercing blue eyes met hers, she felt an odd sense of calm. There was no malice in its gaze—only curiosity and something she couldn't quite place. And then it happened. Before her eyes, the wolf began to shift. Its massive frame contorted, bones cracking and reshaping, fur receding to reveal pale skin. Selene's breath caught as the creature transformed into a man.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if the pinnacle of a Xianxia Cultivation Story appears in the middle of a post-apocalyptic system and tower climbing setting, without having lost her powers, unrestrained, and invincible? Bing Xue spent eleven thousand years in the world of Murim, ascending to become the pinnacle after countless hardships, blood, and tears, and sacrificing her own humanity in the process. However, she was incapable of ascending into the Immemorial Primordial Void Realm; incapable of escaping the Heavenly Will's influence, she gambled it all on a single decision, escaping into the Outer Cosmos with her last remaining energies. Despite thinking her long journey was coming to an end, a black hole teleports her back to Earth out of nowhere! However, things on her home planet are much different than before. The Tower now exists, connecting Earth with countless other worlds. Monsters come out of Dimensional Gates, threatening humanity, and awakened people named Players climb the Tower in hopes of saving humanity from destruction. After learning that her mother and her sister are still alive, Bing Xue will use the overwhelming and supreme might she has cultivated for eleven thousand years to destroy the tower, slay the gods that govern it, and save Earth from its untimely demise. The System? She will fold it and make a fashionable scarf with it! The Administrators? They might become her new pets. The Monsters? Nothing but ants that die immediately by merely touching her Immortal Aura. The Hunters? If they behave, she might make them her disciples and teach them to cultivate the Heavenly Dao, so they don’t rely too much on the System. The Hostile Players? Just flies she’ll slap to death with a gentle wave of her hands. And the Gods? Merely aperitives for her ever-growing Divinity! During its serialization, this novel will be available for free forever, no premium. However, you can read advanced chapters here: https://www.patreon.com/pancakeswitch Copyright 2023 PancakesWitch. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This novel is also being posted on Scribblehub and Royal Road. If you see it anywhere else, please let me know. Thank you.

"201th, 202nd…" Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished. His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later. [Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.] Zhou Can shook his head hard. What the hell is this? Something even more magical happened as he thought about it. An interface appeared in front of him. [Zhou Can, Intern.] [Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.] A surgical legend was in the making.

From the Dead Oceans, Kumamoto Setsune reawakens after thirty hundred years. Without a home, with who knows how much time left, and with her life the target of many an Aeternum, Disaster Beast, and more, she travels towards her old home. In the Great City of Rem, she seeks to find something for herself.

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!

"Stitches of Fate" follows Kemi, a talented graphic designer in Lagos, who is struggling to heal from the emotional scars of a painful breakup with her former partner, Alex. Despite her vibrant creativity and passion for art, Kemi feels trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and fear of vulnerability. Her best friend, Bola, is determined to help her move on and encourages Kemi to embrace new connections. When Kemi unexpectedly meets Jide at a café, their chemistry is immediate and undeniable. As they bond over shared interests and laughter, Kemi begins to feel hope for a fresh start. However, as their relationship blossoms, Bola’s jealousy surfaces, creating tension between the two friends. Kemi finds herself torn between her growing feelings for Jide and her loyalty to Bola, who struggles with her insecurities. As Kemi navigates this delicate balance, she faces an unexpected family crisis that forces her to confront not only her father's declining health but also the long-buried secrets that have haunted her family for years. This journey leads Kemi to reevaluate what love means and whether she can truly open her heart again. "Stitches of Fate" is a poignant exploration of friendship, love, and the complexities of moving on from the past. Through Kemi's journey, readers witness the transformative power of connection and the courage it takes to embrace new beginnings amidst the weight of secrets. Will Kemi find the strength to stitch together the fragments of her life and embrace a future filled with love? This heartfelt narrative delves into the intricacies of relationships, highlighting how past experiences shape our present choices and how true healing often requires confronting our deepest fears.

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

"In the end, it's always about power." Tetsuya Hirano's words to Kaito Fujimoto after killing his father all those years ago. "It's okay to focus on yourself every once in a while." Those words were foggy. Who said them? Kyofu stares down a crossroads. To his left, a beautiful woman with dark blue hair. To his right, a man with stitches on his forehead smiling warmly. "I love you." Tetsuya Hirano's words to his son right before his death. ********************* This story is based off the Heian Era of Jujutsu Kaisen. You won't need to go and read/watch it, but I do suggest it. I plan on updating: Once or twice through Wednesday to Sunday After each volume there will be a one to two week break. (sorry but i can only be consistent for so long. bite me.)

Tiberius Marlowe has silent power in his step-a storm repressed behind an impenetrable mask of coolness. Every glance was sharp, lethal, a reminder that his empire didn't come as some mistake. And right at his side, in every shadowy alley, were the enemies, with Nikolai Drakos most at the fore, chief rival to him in the cutthroat billionaire world. Nikolai’s relentless ambition and cold, calculated moves drive him ever closer to Tiber’s throne, creating a tension that pulses like an unspoken promise of war. Ivy Cadler is cool, calculated, and sartorially impressive in the high-stakes game of politics, wielding her power and scandals with characteristic poise. She is Tiber's mistress, his sword in a Savile Row suit, working her way through society's upper echelons to solidify his grasp from within. Every stolen glance, every whispered confidence between them, represents a bond forged in ambition, a mutual seduction tempered with danger. Their involvement is not some trivial affair but an alliance of twisted purpose, of power and lust precariously poised on a razor's edge. Yet wrapped inside Tiber's success was an anger so still and quiet, building with every pulse of the heart that was broken called Cassandra Marlowe. Now his bride, jilted, Cassandra's ghostly presence haunted in quiet resentment stitched into the fabric of his life; she was the ghost of his choices, biding her time to strike. Each time he touches Ivy, every scheme he devises to kill Nikolai-Cassandra sees. Her vengeance, planned with a smile masking anger so cold it could shatter them all. But as Tiber navigates his realm, his calculated steps draw him closer to the shadows he cannot control. At the core of his domain, where all friends bear the mien of foes and love is a deadly poison in the veins, one wrong move spells the dénouement of his carefully constructed reign. With Nikolai at his back, Ivy hiding secrets of her own, and Cassandra's silent fury burning ever closer, Tiber's world is a chessboard of betrayal just waiting to unravel. And just when he thought he knew how to play the game well, it may just be that the deadliest enemy of all is the one he never saw coming.

When the young teacher Luna Wu arrived in the bustling city of Shen, she rented a mysterious second bedroom through an agent while waiting for her school dormitory to be ready. This old apartment, built on reclaimed land in the 1990s, appeared ordinary but concealed many secrets. Inside the room's wardrobe, an ancient sword and a mysterious wooden box caught Luna’s attention. The landlord, Leo Li, a mysterious man, only rented out the second bedroom and might return to live there at any time. Luna initially wanted to negotiate the rent, but during her conversation with Leo, she became perplexed. She received a mysterious white scarf sent by her mother, only for it to disappear strangely after she moved in. At the same time, the koel bird that appeared at night seemed to be an omen of something. Since helping Leo examine the antique in the wardrobe, Luna’s sleep became restless, and she kept dreaming of a green porcelain pillow. When Leo asked her to film a video of the jade pillow, Luna unexpectedly entered a mysterious world through the pillow. There, she and Leo sailed ashore together, arriving at the South Sea coast, where they encountered a thrilling attack by venomous bees. Waking up from the dream, Luna found her arm injured, and, surprisingly, there was indeed a medical kit under the coffee table in the living room, with very fresh production dates on the medicines. After the school term started, Luna adapted to her teaching life while pondering the mysteries of the jade pillow and Leo Li. Until one day, she discovered she was being followed, and the stalker turned out to be Leo. His appearance was filled with mystery—where would their story lead next?

In a world overshadowed by twilight and haunted by an eternal absence of sunlight, Amaya’s life has become a quiet drift through shadows, a ghostly existence she cannot fully escape. She works the night shift in an old hospital, her heart worn thin by the years without joy. Her past is filled with unspoken grief, and her future is empty of hope—until she meets Luka. Luka, a man with sorrow stitched into his gaze, carries dreams that should have been buried long ago. His nightly conversations with Amaya pull her out of the numbness, teaching her how to dream again. But Luka hides a truth that will tear apart everything she thought she knew about this broken world. Beneath his skin, a secret stir—Luka is a werewolf trapped between his human sorrow and the beast that sleeps within him. The skies turned hollow not because the sun vanished—but because creatures like Luka arose. Cursed with immortality, they siphon the light from the world to feed their endless hunger. Luka was once a lover, a friend, a brother—but the wolf devoured all he once loved, and now only his guilt keeps him tethered to his humanity. Amaya finds herself drawn to Luka, but she is not the only one. As they grow closer, other wolves—each with their own broken histories—emerge from the shadows, circling Amaya like moths around a flickering flame. These werewolves are not mindless beasts. They are tragic, beautiful souls, cursed to seek out light wherever they can find it—and Amaya, with her warmth and quiet strength, becomes their guiding star. Amaya soon realizes she must confront her own darkness to survive. Her past hides secrets that make her more entangled with these wolves than she ever imagined. Love becomes a dangerous game—a choice between embracing Luka’s monstrous truth or surrendering to the darkness inside herself. But the world demands sacrifices. To break the curse, Amaya must make an impossible decision: Will she awaken the beasts inside these broken souls to bring light back into the world—or will she let herself be consumed by the darkness, choosing love over salvation?

An undead Rabbit, a robot in his head, a guy with vines, a bird girl and a nervous wreck of a centipede? Why do I have to write about them? Huh? I get to be in the story? Uhm... Hey, you. Read Rabbit's Foot. Featuring The best Character ever written in the world: Ra- I mean, This story is pretty 'great'. What do you mean "write a plot summary"? I think I did pretty good. Okay, okay. It's about this guy and he collects hearts. there. Done. Huh? Oh yeah, this book is pretty mediocre, so don't expect much. Buuut Fanservice, right? Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Then tell me that before I say it! Mollia, you frustrate me. What's a good way to get people to read this... Oh, we've got lgbtq+ representation! Yeah. Beat that... Huh? That doesn't automatically make something good? Then... Then why did I write this? Because I had nothing else to do? Fair... I should have done a harem... Rabbit's Foot part 40: Harem Hare. Boom. I'll sell millions. Do harems even sell still? ...You don't know either, do you? I knew you didn't know everything. Ha, in your face... What? I am not- Mollia, I swear if you... Okay, since I'm not allowed to ramble on anymore, I should now mention that I have this thing called a disconnect. Huh? Discord? I don't care how it's spelt! Hang on... Okay, the link is this; https://discord.gg/nW6CfvDe ______________________________________________________________________ (Non Canon Now (yay)) A Chain loving Demon, a Size altering dragon, a Bio weapon with a mimic for a scarf and the Four Horsemen? Huh? I'm not in this part? What, I'm only a cameo appearance!? Oh screw this, I wanna speak to my manager. Huh? I'll get kicked out if I don't do this thing? Fine... Hey you, Reader. It's me, the best character from the last part. I'm sure you're wondering "Rat, why O why aren't you in this part?" Then read Heartbreak Hero first, dummy. But Anyway, the story ain't finished. Not until I deem it is, anyway. This is Rabbit's Foot: Devilish Deals. The one were Panila finally learns to- Huh? That's a spoiler? Are they even gonna read that far? To be fair- Mollia, just let me speak! Fine, fine. Feel free to read, or not. I don't care. At this point it's to stop the madness of- I can't even talk about that? See, look at the witty banter I have with myself. I truly am the next Lenard Divinski. Huh? The guy's a painter? I... I said it wrong? Well whatever one starred in the Matrix movies. I'm the next guy in the Matrix. Well, rat-girl. But hey-ho. Oh yeah, we reached 100 chapters a bit ago... That's it. Hey, can I spoil my entire story in this? Wait I can just do that? Oh hells yeah. Alright, so #### gets with ##### at the end... Did you really censor me? I can't have anything... I'm not just a cameo... I'm more than you. Two Becomes One | One Was Two ___________________________________ [So long awaited update for the series... I'm done with Devilish Deals. Well, this version at least. Much like every good comic book that sinks below expectation after awhile, it's time for a.... wait for it... Reboot (yay). But yeah, Rabbit's foot: Devilish deals is a done deal. Hehe. Well, not exactly done. So basically a Sequel. Because It's pretty obvious a fumbled this fifty or so chapters. So thanks for the support on Heartbreak Hero and hopefully see you at the next book!]

The years spent together were all stitched by lies... when you pluck one, everything goes back to one square... it goes back to where it all started, the beginning of all these, if only time had gone backwards instead. But if given another chance, would I still make the same choice?

Marcus DuFrane was a normal person in a modern world, soon after he went to school, he felt something off. and after graduation he still felt not complete. after he reached the age of 40, he soon realized that life was too short. so, he wanted to extend life, and after about 2 years of being an "insane cult leader" in the people's eyes. yes, he did lead a cult of some sorts. but he was ready to sacrifice people for his target, everlasting life when the Government raided his work lab. after his members equipped with sacrificial daggers and robe's, charged but were futile against guns. being the insane person, Marcus was he unleashed his latest creation. the abomination, it was a creature of pure hate and was controlled by drugs. it was random creatures stitched together. in the end i also planted c4 in the beast. it thudded to the ground as it died. if I'm going to die, you're coming with me. and with that his base exploded killing Marcus DuFrane and the " end of the crazy psycho" but he was born again to raise his cult with magic and monsters.

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove

Million dollars in debt, Ersya Reins walked back home from the kindergarten where he worked absent-mindedly, trying to figure out how to solve his biggest problem when he roughly made hundreds a month by himself. Lost in his thoughts, he accidentally found himself standing on a dark alley with a pool of blood beneath his feet. Shocked, he wanted to go from there but his curiosity defeated his fear and led him further into the dark alley. ...Until he met him. A wounded man with a pair of golden eyes... As he pressed his white scarf to stop the bleeding, their skin touched, triggering an unknown memory to resurface in Ersya's mind. 'I will find my way back to you...' Was what the faceless figure in his memory whispered to him. But with a gun pointed right at his face… Ersya didn't know if the world would be kind enough to spare him a chance to be with the person his heart had never forgotten...

In a fantastical world, there are two very different races that have been at war for twenty years; humans and vampires. In the human kingdom of Lenore, a tailor by the name of Simon Hart reaches for prestige and wealth through the masterful use of his needle and thread. He labors completely unaware that all of his hard work is about to come unraveled after meeting a famed being known as the Crystal Vampire, who reincarnates again and again, for a purpose unknown. Will their love for each other be enough to overcome hate? Can two flawed men who have never known pleasures of the flesh, share love's first kiss? Or will they be kept forever apart by the societies who call the union between a human and a vampire forbidden love? Pairing - Tsundere tailor x Wholesome, sweet vampire noble with a pocketful of secrets Story includes: - Vampire softening up the tailor over time - Slow burn romance - Caring for someone who is sick - Love that overcomes fear - Reincarnation cycle - Hitting you right in the feels - First kiss - First love - Two men with hidden pasts - A glass cannon and a stealth fighter - Secrets revealed

18-year-old, Nolen, had suffered horrific injuries to his skin, leaving him with stitches across his face, chest, and hands. Due to this, he is often ridiculed and isolated. One day he meets Sam, someone with vitiligo, having similar treatment to Nolen, but there is one key difference between them. Sam doesn't care about other's opinions. Can Sam uplift Nolen to see the beauty he holds?

This novel entails on how hardworking saves a 9 year old poor baby whose parents died of a ghastly motor vehicle in Pennsylvania. Hardworking is the only key to success and " procrastination is the enemy of progress in life ". There is a saying that" a stitch in time saves nine", it is good to make yourself a valuable person in the public because the way you're dressed is the way you will be addressed. My name is Patrick Tomi. I'm a profilic writer and also an author of many mind-blowing novels and have also won different noble prices from my novels. Read and find out why his parents died and how the boy later became successful at last.

Dr. GibeHug, the esteemed doctor with a razor-sharp wit, is no ordinary physician. With his unparalleled ability to dish out sarcasm and witty comebacks like a pro, he spends his days navigating the hilarious and unpredictable world of medicine. Join Dr. GibeHug as he takes you on a rib-tickling journey through the corridors of his medical practice. From the moment he steps into his clinic, it's one comedic encounter after another. Whether he's facing clueless patients, baffling symptoms, or even his own twisted sense of humor, there's never a dull moment in his sarcastic kingdom. Watch as Dr. GibeHug battles everyday challenges with a side-splitting blend of sarcasm and compassion. His quick-witted banter will leave you in stitches, but beneath that sardonic exterior lies a heart of gold. Through it all, he manages to connect with his patients and provide them with the care they need, all while keeping them on their toes with his sharp tongue. So, grab your prescription for laughter and get ready for a dose of hilarity with "The Sarcasm Doc" This webnovel guarantees an uproarious ride that will have you laughing, crying, and appreciating the unconventional ways we can find healing in the unlikeliest of places.

“Now, I think we must -” A pair of sumptuous lips abruptly silenced his words, capturing his mouth out of the blue. Feminine hands held his nape, pulling him closer. Kian stood rooted in place, shocked and unable to process what was happening. Just as he realized he was being kissed by an unknown girl in the midst of his most important business meeting, he heard his elderly client rebuking him for unprofessional behavior. “What kind of unprofessional behavior is this, Mr. Wilson? Did you invite us here for a display of your scandals?” the old man roared, forcefully pounding his walking stick on the floor. His assistant beside him shook his head disapprovingly at the scene. With a sudden burst of force, Kian pushed the girl away, causing her to stumble to the ground. “Mr. King, I apologize for the disturbance. But it’s not what it looks like,” Kian said politely, attempting to conceal the incident. “Save your justifications, Mr. Wilson!” Mr. King scowled, his teeth clenched in anger. Meanwhile, the girl stood up and reached out for him once more. This time, as Kian saw her, he recognized her face as the scarf she had used to cover herself was slightly pushed aside, revealing her blue eyes to him. Anger surged within him, but before he could utter a word, she surprised him yet again. “Baby, I know you’re angry, but please give me a chance,” she pleaded, her voice almost on the verge of tears as she cupped his face. Kian widened his eyes in shock. “What are you saying?” Her behavior left him bewildered. Meanwhile, growing tired of their drama, Mr. King clicked his tongue in annoyance. “The deal is off, Mr. Wilson. Call people for business meetings when you have time between your scandals and affairs.” With that curt remark, the elderly man exited the elite restaurant, followed by his assistant. Snapping out of his shock, Kian attempted to chase after them but failed as the elderly man walked briskly and quickly left the restaurant. Enraged, he turned around and shot a murderous glare at the girl. Grabbing her forcefully, the infuriated man made a vow. “You wanted a chance, right? Well, I’ll ensure you regret that chance every single day of your entire life.” ***** Running away to save herself from the goons sent by the man her uncle forced her to marry, Ariana chose a path that would lead her further into hell rather than rescue. On chilly winter nights, she dared to disrupt the CEO of her company and interrupt his most important meeting, unaware of the greater havoc awaiting her life—Kian Wilson, the devil of the business world! Kian was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion during his meeting, resulting in a tremendous loss. The failure of that deal put his hard-earned position as CEO in jeopardy. He faced backlash from his family and the company’s board members, threatening the loss of everything he had worked for. All of this transpired because of a blue-eyed girl who bore responsibility for his crumbling situation. He vowed to seek revenge on her for the catastrophe he had endured, even if it meant risking his most precious possession—his freedom!

The Demon from Beyond the Domain descends, and the fate of Blue Star hangs in the balance. Cheng Li, like many other young people, bears the heavy responsibility of saving Blue Star and sets out to seek external support in the thousands of different worlds. However, when Cheng Li successfully travels through, he discovers that this world is a little bit different.... Congratulations, Host, on hatching the 'Shit Mud Clan Right Arm.' Would you like to proceed with the stitching? You want me to spray shit? Go back to where you came from. Congratulations, Host, on hatching the 'Titan Magic Immunity Heart.' Would you like to proceed with the stitching? Who was it that said they would reward me with a forbidden curse just now? Come on, I'm standing right here, do your worst. Congratulations, Host, on hatching the 'Tyrant Right Arm.' Would you like to proceed with the stitching? To be honest, I don't have any special abilities, I just have a lot of brute strength.... Slowly but surely, Cheng Li realizes that this world has added an extra truth: 'With me, Cheng Li, there is heaven at the pinnacle of immortality and a world to be proud of

It was a gray day outside and the town’s hospital looked gloomy in the later afternoon light. Somewhere a storm was gathering, but only a small cloud had scattered some raindrops lightly, causing a cold rush of air into the reception where a little black curly haired boy wearing a black leather jacket, a purple scarf, and black pants stood staring in the direction of a ward room with a confused expression, his deep, blue eyes was looking tired and worn. What’s going on? His ten years old brain couldn’t register the happenings around him and he felt like he was in a mystery movie. The last thing he remembered was being forced out of sleep by his nanny and she telling him that his mum needed to see him. But where is his mum? He turned around to look at his nanny, she was watching him with a blank but soft eyes, her face pale. “Nanny.”he called in a thin voice and she smiled faintly. “Come here big boy.”she opened her arms wide for a hug, her protective eyes not leaving his face. “I can bet on it that you are hungry.”she joked, trying to make him laugh but the little boy said nothing. He merely casted his eyes downward as he walked towards her, sliding to a stop when he heard the creaking sound of a door opening. He quickly turned in the direction and saw a doctor in a white lab coat emerge from the ward room. His face brightened instantly and his eyes lit up as his mouth broke into a smile.”Dad.”he raced over to the doctor and hugged him tightly. He had never been so happy to have his dad around, he needed someone to explain this mystery to him. “Hey chap.”the doctor’s voice sounded tired. He slowly disengaged from the hug and stepped back. “Why are you here?” He whispered through lips that did not move. “Mom,”the little boy blinked, raising up to him his eager face, “I came to see mum. Where is she?” The doctor, his father made a guttural noise deep in his throat, swallowed hard, and finally spoke. “Your mum is……Your mum is………..”A waterfall of sweat began to pour down his face and his breaths came in short gasps. Your mum is dead! How the hell was he gonna tell him that? Gosh! He had no ready answers. “Did she make it?” His son’s nanny voice jerked him out of his troubled thoughts and he moved his gaze to her, she was standing right behind his son and was staring at him with huge brown eyes incredibly sad. He shook his head slowly, too scared to utter the word. “And the baby?” The nanny felt her lips quivering, heard her voice cracking. “We lost both of them.”Tears welled up in the doctor eyes and he turned his face away so his son wouldn’t see it. “Take him out of here.” He croaked and walked away with his head hanging low. The nanny squeezed the upper part of her nose between thumb and index finger, blinking her eyes to stop the burning tears. “Let’s go home child.”she reached out to clasp the

Ansh and Raj have been friends since forever but they never realised why it was that their heart beat was high or why it is only each other that they feel safe with.

George looked in Jean's direction, glad she was safe, the rescuers had pulled him out despite his rants about losing her. His heart nearly gave out, he had scratch marks from grazing against the trees but those were the least of his worries. Up ahead, he saw a tall guy with raven black hair talking to Scarlett, from time to time, his eyes drifted to Jean, he looked drenched all the same and he nodded when a staff handed him a blanket shaking his hand. "Who's that?" He asked the lady who was done dabbing his wounds. "He prefers to remain anonymous but he saved the young lady's life. Come on, we have to stitch up those deep cuts." *** Cover Credit to the Artist Source: Pinterest

Kesar is one of King Zargis's most trusted Dragons in Korgenyegia. He is sent down to the country of Sad to find information about the Humans taking Dragons and perhaps find out where they're being held. What he doesn't expect to find is Jose. Jose is a slave to a cruel master with two mutts who try to rip her to pieces when she is saved. She finds herself facing two men very similar in looks. However, while Einnig was the one who tried to stitch her up, it is Kesar she is drawn to. Soon, she realizes she is in the midst of Dragons, beings she was told stories of to keep her being good while a slave. When Kesar takes Jose to Korgenyegia, events begin to take place. Old friends become enemies, the past come to haunt the present, and Jose is faced with many hard decisions. But Korgenyegia needs someone like Jose: watchful, attentive to information, and-to the untrained eye-a stupid young girl who doesn't know how to speak and is of no threat.

A teenager struggling with strained family relationships and an abusive background, Evelyn, finds her first real reason to smile in a few years as she meets Dallas. Little does she know what Dallas is actually about.

Her impeccable, white round face slightly pointed towards the chin was cradled in the black scarf like a fourteenth day moon in the sable sky. I was in a trance, groping for the boundary between reality and reverie. We neither spoke a word nor moved, kept staring at each other as if we were dumb and paralyzed. I was elated, satisfied, grateful. But her face was blank, expressionless, and her big black eyes were not blinking at all. I wanted to live the moment, wanted to stop the time, eternally. Suddenly, an irritating and piercing sound shattered my body.