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Elves Are Sleeping Beauties

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!
lostatlas · 8K Views

Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart

Lin Nianhe, the leading lady of the apocalypse, came equipped with a top-tier space, furiously hoarded tens of billions of resources, and then — she traveled through time! The first day, a fierce squabble unfolded; The second day, the production team's competition for overachievement was fiery hot; The third day… Lin Nianhe: "Comrades, be inspiring!" The crowd, struggling: "Hardworking guy, stop brewing motivational speeches." Lin Nianhe: "All the aunties are so adorable!" The production team's aunties, hearts shattered: "Xiao Lin has hogged all the brains in her family." Lin Nianhe relished in dramas, smashing feet with excitement, as she performed her new script brilliantly. The swap of resources made her little treasure chest increasingly rich; Tailored teaching, students acing their exams with full marks! Lin Nianhe, with education in her left hand and economy in her right, ignited the darkness with sparks of light. - The first time Su Yuncheng was asked when he would tie the knot with Lin Nianhe, he said, "Let me first win over her parents." The second time Su Yuncheng was asked when they could taste the wedding candy, he answered, "Wait until I've conquered her dozen or so siblings." The third time Su Yuncheng was questioned about his relationship progress with Lin Nianhe, he replied, "Our relationship is stable, but the entire village of three hundred, young and old, are all trying to snatch her from me." He then turned around, pitifully searching for his delicate childhood sweetheart: "Hehe, when will you make it formal with me?" Lin Nianhe responded offhandedly: "Wait till I finish building this batch of schools." The next day, Lin Nianhe discovered that the sites she'd chosen for the schools had already started construction overnight! [Cool community leader · Unknowingly charming · Little drama queen × Cunning · Self-challenger · Big friendly dog]
Xiaosui · 660.4K Views

Afterlife : Journey to be strongest

[⚠️ Don't go on cover!][Just read synopsis once, you must have not seen anything like this before.] Want to see, MC ---> no power to overpower, strongest. You are on right webnovel. Goku, Saitama, Mash are nothing. [⚠️ Forgive me for any hurt you got(from words), but reality.] Power level limited to Multiverse? See Omniversal entities, no they are nothing! See Entireversal! Fact who don't know:- 1 multiverse :- 10^10^10^7 universe! 1 omniverse(fiction):- 10^10^10^7 multiverse! 1 ENTIREVERSE:- 10^10^10^7 omniverse! {Reason behind Goku, Saitama are nothing.} [Warning ⚠️:- You must have a stone like heart to read this LEGEND Story] [⚠️ Real attitude starts from :- Chapter 20.] [⚠️ But chapters from 1-20 are really important.] Read now, you will get guaranteed power and attitude level, something that will overpowere Goku and Saitama in future. MC with badass level of attitude and Aura. Ultimate mix of Especially Aura+Attitude+Yearning of strength. Inspired by hundreds of anime and webnovels. [DAILY UPDATE - 1 OR 2 CHAPTERS PER DAY] [SOMETIMES NO UPDATE, NO LIES HERE!] Ray Ross died with no karma — not good, not evil, just... nothing. Even the gods didn't know what to do with him. Reborn with the power to absorb strength, memories, and abilities, Ray begins a journey to the top in a universe where power is everything. Gaining Omniversal Awareness, He became God of Neutralities (God of God and dirty of universal level.). But beyond gods... lie Supremes, he must face them one day to really become strongest in omniverse. But, journey never ENDS! Someone is waiting for him above Omniversal level, ENTIREVERSE! [Note:- All things came from heart, so anything wrong given or hurted your mind and heart(soul), then I am deeply sorry.] [Ignore Grammar mistakes, focus on CONTENT!] BYE!
vibtech0 · 11.2K Views

Alpha, Say My Name

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf rumored to be cursed and bring misfortune to all who cross paths with her. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~
carmyko · 42.5K Views

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)
Sharadox_5371 · 22.6K Views

From Nothing, Kean

Kean was born into the strongest village of the 7 Realms—but not as a warrior, not as a prodigy, not as anyone worth remembering. He had no father. His mother fell into a coma when he was just a toddler. Raised by silence and ignored by everyone, Kean grew up invisible. Weak. Forgotten. But inside him slept two things: a devil sealed deep in his soul… and an eye power the world had never seen before. As Kean begins his journey to be noticed, he unlocks layer after layer of a power hidden even from legends. He’s mocked for his strange fighting style, Aura Farming, but it soon becomes a symbol of fear. His fights aren't just physical—they’re emotional, psychological, and personal. Each battle shapes him. He starts to hear the devil within, forming a dangerous bond that both helps and haunts him. Just as he rises to lead the fight against a terrifying Voidborn threat that unites all 7 Realms, he suffers the ultimate loss—his mother dies in front of him. In that moment, Kean unlocks the 5th level of his eye—something no one believed could exist. A power so perfect, it doesn't harm the user. He becomes unstoppable. But after defeating the Voidborn, he learns the painful truth: the Council of Nine, the creators of his village and so-called protectors, were never on his side. They knew everything. His past, his curse, his father’s death. Betrayed and burning with fury, Kean hunts them down—one by one. Brutally. No mercy. No speeches. Just justice. And when the blood settles, Kean does not claim a throne. He creates a new council. A council that stands not on power or fear—but purpose. He names it after the only thing he ever came from. Nothing.
MohitMiddha · 11.4K Views

The Fivefold Legend

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.
LumaneCasimir · 1.5K Views
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