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Colors book 1: New Emperors

In a world painted with power, the fate of Al hangs in the balance. **The world of Al is a canvas where colors are more than just hues; they are energy, the very essence of power.** Those who can wield them, the "Painted," are divided into a complex hierarchy: from humble Disciples to the legendary Walkers, each level marked by tattoos that whisper tales of their strength. Vanta Black, a young boy thrust into the heart of this world, must master the Xue Sense, a supernatural perception beyond the limits of ordinary senses, to claim his place. He faces a grueling selection process, forging alliances and battling rivals in the labyrinthine halls of the prestigious Blueblood Academy. But as Vanta navigates the treacherous landscape of power politics, he uncovers a sinister secret: the Academy's idyllic facade masks a ruthless system designed to cull the weak. The "Culling," a brutal ritual of survival, forces Vanta to confront the true nature of his power and the darkness that lurks beneath Al's vibrant surface. He must choose: yield to the manipulative machinations of the powerful, or fight for a future where his abilities are not just tools for advancement, but weapons against the forces of darkness. As Vanta battles for survival, a prophecy whispered in the shadows foretells of a coming war. The fate of Al rests upon his shoulders, and the choice he makes will determine the fate of a world painted in hues of power, betrayal, and hope. This is a story of ambition, betrayal, and the search for true purpose in a world where color is everything and much more.
Kemi_8075 · 3.4K Views

Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 228 Views

I was An Immortal Painter

The Genius Who Painted the Future Ron was just an orphan—a boy left with nothing but a small house, a sharp mind, and an unbreakable will. He walked the halls of his scholarship-funded school with dignity, despite being surrounded by the sneers of the wealthy elite who saw him as nothing more than a poor commoner. But Ron was different. He refused to be ordinary. With no money, no connections, and no privileges, Ron picked up a paintbrush—the first step on his journey to greatness. And then, the System awakened. > [SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Your path to the future begins now. The System didn’t just grant him abilities—it measured his growth, guiding him as he mastered painting, science, mathematics, and engineering. With every stroke of his brush, his skills grew sharper, his intelligence soared, and soon, his paintings became legendary. His art could mesmerize, captivate, and even create illusions so lifelike that people felt as if they had stepped into another world. But painting was just the beginning. Using his growing intelligence, Ron unraveled the mysteries of the universe, rewriting scientific theories, designing groundbreaking technologies, and pioneering advancements far beyond human understanding. His name spread across the world—not just as an artist, but as a young scientist, entrepreneur, and innovator. And when aliens invaded Earth, humanity awakened to new powers, but Ron? He had already surpassed them. With the Spirit stat unlocking hidden superpowers, Ron ventured beyond the limits of human strength, speed, and intelligence—creating advanced technologies like teleportation, quantum AI, and interstellar weapons. But despite his rising fame, wealth, and power, Ron remained the same boy at heart—the one who wanted to see pure smiles in a cruel world. From an orphan to a genius… From a painter to a scientist… From a student to the hope of humanity. This is the story of Ron, the boy who painted the future.
RAIZEL_RONAN · 274 Views

Plot Armor and Paper Cuts

Haruto Sato is a lonely Tokyo writer who died surrounded by 350 half-finished books (yikes). A sassy goddess who looks like his old characters gives him a harsh deal: *Finish all your abandoned stories, or get erased forever—even that cringe fanfic you hid in 1998.* Reborn as random side characters in his own messy worlds, Haruto’s stuck with a buggy “game system” that roasts him nonstop. Skills include *surviving deadly hits 10% of the time* and *making enemies pause to hear his bad jokes*. His first mission? Fix *Sky Samurai*, his edgy samurai-vs-dragons story, except he’s now the hero’s brother… who’s supposed to die in chapter two. Oops. Between fighting dragons with a butter knife (don’t ask) and hacking robots in his half-written cyberpunk mess, Haruto sneaks back to Earth to eat ramen and awkwardly befriend Aiko, his neighbor who thinks he’s just a weird guy with “vitamin issues.” Over time, he learns to write better characters (no more naming elves *Glitterbutt*), makes a grandma librarian cry happy tears, and realizes stories aren’t about perfect endings—they’re about fixing your mistakes. The goddess? She’s just a tired book nerd who wanted him to stop being a hermit. In the end, Haruto opens a café, finishes ALL his books, and maybe (finally) asks Aiko out. But when a kid hands him a new story to read, he grins: *“Let’s see what you’ve got.”* **Basically:** A funny, heartfelt story about a guy who sucks at finishing things… until he gets a second chance to fix his life *and* his terrible drafts.
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