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Fyar was nothing more than a poor merchant struggling to survive from day to day. His world turned upside down when he was ruthlessly framed for the murder of the royal family. Branded as a criminal and hunted without mercy, he was forced to abandon his simple life and go on the run. Determined to clear his name, Fyar embarked on a perilous investigation alone. The deeper he dug, the more terrifying the truth became. He discovered that the accusations against him were merely the tip of the iceberg in a grand conspiracy—where high-ranking criminals, who should have been eradicated, were instead conspiring with the very kingdom that was supposed to protect its people. Caught between relentless pursuers and the looming threat of a criminal syndicate, Fyar must rely on all his wit and courage to survive and expose the corruption that has been rotting the kingdom from within.

It's story of average boy whose not good in anything even he can't make a single friend Then he decided to change the faith

Only I am the one who knows the end of this world

When a nameless man is sent to a mysterious world, he is given a single task: to write its ending. In a land filled with calamities and uncertainty, every choice becomes a line in the story, and every step could be the last. But between a fate already written and the will to change it, who truly decides the final chapter?

In a world guided to prosperity by divine beings known as Shepherds, Yel Arki is haunted by whispers of an ancient entity within him—a force that promises the end of all existence and seeks to consume his very soul. Desperate to escape the growing dread, he takes on his first escort mission with the adventurer’s guild—a simple job that goes horribly wrong. When the caravan is attacked, Yel discovers dark secrets surrounding his client, Merika, and the ancient artifact she carries: the True Scriptures, a relic tied to a shadowy organization that walks in darkness. As Yel and Merika flee for their lives, he realizes the artifact is more than it seems—it holds the key to his own fate and the survival of the world itself. But the entity within him grows stronger, and its ultimate goal becomes clear: to plunge the world into eternal rest. Now, Yel must confront the truth about the entity, the artifact, and his own forgotten past—before it’s too late

The world ended—twice. Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains. In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall. “You do not belong,” the void whispers. Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.” And then, he raises his blade. Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

In a world where gods rule over mortal realms and divine bloodlines dictate fate, Rael Vayashura was born an anomaly—neither fully mortal nor fully divine. A demigod abandoned by the heavens, cast aside as an aberration. Yet, the blood of forgotten titans and primeval forces surges within him, whispering of an ascension that defies fate itself. Betrayed. Hunted. Feared. The pantheons of old seek to erase him, unwilling to acknowledge a power they cannot control. But Rael is no pawn in their celestial games. He will carve his own legend, shatter the chains of divine tyranny, and forge his own pantheon—one that bows to no one but him. Through war, seduction, and conquest, Rael gathers an unparalleled harem of goddesses, dragons, elves, vampires, and celestial queens—each drawn to his unyielding will, his forbidden power, and the promise of a realm beyond the reach of the old gods. Some seek to tame him, others to test him, but all will come to realize: Rael does not kneel. From the ruins of celestial battlefields to the hidden realms of forgotten deities, Rael’s journey will be one of defiance, domination, and desire. He will rewrite the divine order, tear apart the heavens, and ascend as the one true god—a god who does not inherit power but takes it for himself. The gods may sit upon their thrones… but Rael will forge his own. Harem. Mythology. Power. Conquest. Passion. The Age of Rael begins now.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading, I held on without surrender. Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light, I became a knight, resolute and bright.

I know I'm different, but that doesn’t make me any less human. I’ve endured enough suffering—I won’t tolerate it anymore. All I ever wanted was peace, yet it always slips through my grasp. So, I will seek my End, unravel the truths of this world, and uncover what lies beyond—without ever abandoning my principles.

"What" "Whattt" "Uhh whattttttt" "You have a lover too" All his friends were shocked. The man whose life is like a snail on a rainy day. He never had anything amazing to say. He doesn't care much about romantic feelings. "How can someone like him has a date too?????", they didn't say it out loud but their expression was screaming that. *signs* He took a deep breath and told them, "It's not what you all think." "It's valentine's day and do you want us to buy your lie? it's obvious." "I don't know her", he whispered under his breath. "oh so you're buying that for your imaginary girlfriend??? Don't wor- ", before his friend would finish teasing him he interrupted him with "She just gave me the bouquet and went". "Went?" "You mean disappeared?" "Is she a ghost" "Cool! have you mastered in daydreaming now???" She is s...........

“Zane, can you hear me?” They said that time heals all wounds. But what if the wound never closes? What if it only deepens? Zane and I were never supposed to happen. I didn’t need saving, and he didn’t need anyone. But somehow, we collided. Maybe it was the silence between us that spoke louder than anything else. Maybe it was the way he’d stare at the world like it didn’t matter, and I’d pretend not to notice, pretending my heart wasn’t breaking every time. It was supposed to be temporary. A fleeting connection. I was never one to give in so easily, especially not to someone like him. But when he was around, the air shifted. The silence no longer felt like something to endure—it felt like something I could almost understand. I never told him I loved him. Not out loud. I kept it buried, hidden behind carefully constructed walls, just as I always had. I didn’t need to say it. He would’ve never understood it anyway. But he was my escape. And I was his. And then, like everything else, he was gone. “Zane, please. Just stay. Please.” But I never said that. I never begged, never showed how badly I needed him to stay. Because I didn’t know how to. Because I thought if I said the words, everything would break. I never let anyone see what was inside, not even him. The day I lost him, something inside me shattered. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry, not in front of anyone. I stayed silent, like I always had. Because no one could know how much he had meant to me. No one could know that the weight of losing him was too much to carry. He didn’t die because of me. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. But I can’t shake the feeling that I failed him. I should’ve said something, done something—anything—to stop it. But the truth is, I was never enough to stop him from walking away. “Zane… can you hear me?” I whisper it to myself, late at night, when the world is still, and the pain is loudest. But even then, I don’t let anyone see it. I don’t let anyone know the depth of the void he left behind. No one sees the tears I hide or the pieces of myself I’ve lost along the way. I keep telling myself it’s okay. That I’ll move on, that this is just a phase, that life will keep going. But it doesn’t. Life keeps slipping through my fingers, and nothing feels real anymore. He was my reality, my only truth, and now that he’s gone, I’m left questioning everything I thought I knew. I go on with my days, keeping my head high, pretending that I’m fine. But every step I take feels like I’m walking further away from everything that mattered. And in the quiet moments, when I’m alone with my thoughts, I ask again—“Zane, can you hear me?” But I already know the answer. The world is silent. And so am I.

On a night like any other, D-List actress Kim Ha-na got into a car accident. She woke up 10 years in the past.

"Kabir, a young student in Mumbai, struggles with his schoolwork and faces relentless criticism from his teacher and demanding parents. On the day of his friend's birthday party, he's forced to stay after school for extra work, further isolating him. Walking home alone, he finds solace in a stray dog, mirroring his own feelings of being an outcast. At home, his parents' disappointment and pressure to excel intensify, leaving Kabir feeling hopeless and anxious about his upcoming exam. The story portrays the harsh realities of academic pressure and the emotional toll it takes on a vulnerable child in a bustling city."

After his elder sister's death, Koa finds himself alone in this dark world, shrouded in mystery. His new life comes with many obstacles, and although he tries to live as peacefully as possible, it seems as if everything in this world is trying to kill him.

I see the future every path every decision every inevitable conclusion it is all laid bare before my eyes yet I can do nothing to chnage it. To everyone else, fate is an unknown force But to me it is it is a chain, unbreakable and absolute. I can see empire's crumble ,hero's rise and god's fall all slaves to their pitiful fate. No one escapes fate. Not the weak, not the strong, not even me And yet… Kai Night exists. A man whose future does not exist. A blank space where certainty should be. A nobody weak, unremarkable, barely worth notice. And yet, he stands there, outside the threads of fate, beyond the flow of destiny. For the first time in my life I don't know what's next. It makes me exhilarated it gives me hope. But at the same time it makes me Afraid

[Welcome to Purgatory] A never ending game with limitless choices but a limited ending, a game that always ended the same way, in ruins. No matter what choice you made it was always destruction and solitude up till the very end. Yet even with such an end there was one person, one player that never stopped. He played, played, and played up till the end hundreds of times hoping to change the ending of the character he held dear, Aureus. He wanted to change his end so much he forgot about his own ending. So, even till the end of his own life he kept the same will. "I could've done it. I could've saved him..I could've properly ended this crappy story!" He cried at the very end of his own life. [Prove those words true] As if responding to his pleas he was given a chance, a chance to change the fate of not only Aureus. but the world of Purgatory itself. [Do what I couldn't do. Finish this game the way you want. Reach the end you've been longing for, the End of Purgatory as you will it]

The hypnotic master, Skye, carefully selected two candidates to be transported back to the ancient city of Atlantis. Dane and Seir’s souls were chosen to inhabit the bodies of two princes from the most prominent kingdoms on the island. As they began their lives as royalty, they were astonished to discover that many of the people they met in Atlantis were the incarnations of their old friends and family—though now, their relationships had taken on a completely different form. As they struggled to adapt to their new lives in ancient times, they soon realized that those they once considered allies could easily become enemies. With the plan to explore Atlantis hanging in the balance, their journey took an unexpected turn.

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.

Snow finding himself reincarnated in his favorite novel, he must decide whether to shape its ending or leave the outcome to fate. This is my first ever novel. Please point me to the right direction

During a sudden zombie outbreak at a university, a group of individuals find themselves trapped in a city that has been locked down. As they united, they must navigate treacherous days racing against time to find safety before it's too late.

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..

Adonai was just an ordinary student, living a typical life with his friends—until everything changed. One day, a powerful dragon descended from the heavens, declaring itself a deity and announcing the dawn of a new era. Humanity was thrust into an interstellar war, a cosmic battle designed to create a supreme deity. But this war was born from the whims of a selfish god with selfish ambitions. As the conflict rages across the stars, Adonai must navigate a world turned upside down. How will this epic struggle for divinity end?

( The untold Story of a woman hidden amongst the Spartans) To the world, she is Lysander, a soldier like any other, trained to fight and die for the city-state. But in the brutal Spartan agoge, where boys are forged into warriors and weakness is not tolerated, she must conceal the truth of her identity or face a fate worse than death. Even as Love threatens to expose all.

Sang Kija witnessed the murder of his love by a being named Eternal. With rage in his heart, he vowed to bring Eternal's End.

Hundreds of thousands of years before modern society came into existence, the world was in pure chaos. meteors replaced rain, and replacing clouds was an ash filled sky. People died on a daily basis. It was as if the creation of earth had started again. The cause of this mess? Just a guy who the Gods angered. Coming back to the modern era, another calamity occurred. The Gods have been reawakened by a team of clueless archaeologist. The after effect of the reawakening? Let's just say the Gods are screwed. Again. Author note - This is probably never going to be updated. list of things that might occur: The synopsis could be changed. The chapters will get edited a lot. The storyline might get sidetracked. Writing might get worse.

Running from the watchful eyes inside the mansion, she must be careful whom to trust and use her time wisely because it's running out for her beloved Seamstress Rene'. With so many secrets and blood, this tale is not for the lighthearted. This a spin-off from my Wattpad short, 'Shh, she can hear you'. Upload Days: Fridays, Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays. Maybe Bonus Days.

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