Medium For Indian Writers

In Indian mythology, the Three Aspects Deity suppressed the current age. Many Immortals cursed all the gods. Asuras, after millennia of arduous cultivation, would always attack the Heavenly Realm and beat up the Heavenly Emperor upon receiving a boon. "Arduous cultivation, receiving boons, beating up the Heavenly Emperor, why is Indian mythology always like this? I'm the one who gets beaten and suffers; I quit!" Indra, who had reincarnated as the Heavenly Emperor, was furious. And so... "Whoever loves being the Heavenly Emperor, be my guest; I'm not going to work!" Indra said. "Hey, hey, hey, the script isn't supposed to go like this," the Destroyer God Shiva said, full of question marks. "You've performed great meritorious deeds in the past. This position of the Heavenly Emperor is rightfully yours. If not, there will be chaos in the world!" the Protector God Vishnu said anxiously. "No, Heavenly Emperor, I'll give you a boon. Go quickly and beat up the Asura!" the Creator God Brahma spoke thus.

Max Carter, a struggling writer with untapped potential, discovers an ancient pen and notebook buried in the forgotten corners of his university library. To his surprise, the notebook activates a LitRPG interface called the Nexus System, revealing a startling truth: countless fictional worlds have begun to collapse. Villains have won in stories where they shouldn’t have, characters are straying from their arcs, and plotlines are unraveling, creating dangerous rifts that connect these broken stories to one another. The Nexus System assigns Max the role of "Keeper," sending him into these corrupted narratives to repair the damage. Each time he enters a story, the system assigns him a role—Main Character, Side Character, or Random NPC—forcing him to navigate each world from different perspectives. Max must restore the proper endings, ensuring the protagonist wins and the story regains stability before the rift consumes it entirely. But the villains, unaware of their fictional nature, are thriving in their rewritten worlds, making Max’s mission more dangerous with every step. The breakdown of one story threatens the stability of others, as rifts open pathways between worlds, allowing elements from one narrative to bleed into another. Max must carefully balance his interference, as disrupting the story too much risks deepening the rift and pulling entire worlds into chaos. With each story he repairs, Max grows closer to uncovering the truth about the Nexus, the ancient pen and notebook, and why he was chosen. But as the stakes rise and the lines between reality and fiction blur, Max must decide whether to follow the system’s rules—or rewrite his own ending.

Web novel writer Jin Han-sol, who had an unfortunate accident on a trip to England to clear his head, said, “This is… Big Ben?” When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of the British Empire of the 19th century, where romance, literature, and racism breathed! You have to survive somehow, from the dockworker to the rich maid to the babysitter! The opportunity that came to him who had worked so hard that his feet were sweating, “Teacher! No, author! I’m glad to see you now!!” “…… You’re a writer?” “He’s the best writer of novels in London right now.” That chance, a fiction writer? At this time, the writing of the Great Moon, which will change the world with a single pen, begins to give cider to the bastards of the British Empire! _________ Release Schedule: 3 Chapters on Wednesday and 4 Chapters on Sunday

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

in the instant of it all there is something which remains is it the memories within? or the yearnings without? Tell me, oh tell me when sacred flaming eyes meet in the twilight zone, what with those searching looks, unsettled until the match is met? is it the undecided pat doing the rest In pure insanity? or the varying whispers that ceases in mid silence? Tell me, oh tell me now what to expect certainly when eyes are evaded and a smiling lip curves solely, what should I really expect? within the minute's pause there dwells possibilities for something to wilter without cause or maybe to spring with abilities!

Ghosts and spirits have always been a mystery to people. Some are curious about it and some are scared of it. But what if we give people a fiction which mixes the reality of these things? It is journal of a psychic medium for all those who are curious of the unknown. (please take it as a fiction)

Love is blind as well as it sees clearer than any eye can, it is kind on one side and ruthless on the other it is the best thing to happen to loving heart but the worst nightmare to a broken soul

Far from the martial arts world, a country existed called Stambha. The prince of Stambha loved animals. On one stormy night, while on his walk with his guard and maids, he found a new animal. Soon, the news reached the commoners that there's a new animal in the prince's mansion. What will the animal bring with him? Can Phlox and blue lotus stay together? Will it be accepted by the world?

Jade Thorne was a successful woman in the prime of her life. But her friends and family won't stop hounding her about getting married and finding someone to live the rest of her life with. Well tough, she was happily single. Her perfectly happy life suddenly went off-kilter when a blond and green eyed someone decided to walk back into her life. Five years had passed but those green eyes are still haunting her dreams and are still the star of a few of her fantasies. An online romance that lasted for 8 months that scarred her far more than she would like to admit. But the tension between them continues to rise with every meeting. She theorized that she never got over him because they never got to meet in real life. For the sake of closure, a quick fun fling would get this out of her system. She was sure she would get bored of him and he would be just another lover she’d kiss goodbye after a few months. Or would that way lie another heartbreak?  

It is said, some people are born with unordinary gifts that a normal human should not or should never possess. One of these gifts is being a medium. A medium who has the ability to see the spirits, ghosts, curses, apparitions or say he is present both in the mortal world and the spirit world. Now, what would a normal person do if he starts seeing beings with unnatural appearances, frightening faces, broken bodies, hovering around? What would a normal person do if he is the only one who can see them? What would a normal person do if nobody believes what he is going through? What would a normal person do when all his nightmares and childhood scares take shape before his eyes? What would a normal person do when he gets pulled and dragged under his bed by an unidentifiable, an unexplainable creature?What would you do? Would you run to your mother, or your father? Would you pray to God to save yourself? Would you give up and let them take you away? Or... Would you fight back??? Those who are lucky, those who are fortunate, those who have the choice to not believe in something they can't see. Just imagine, how lucky you are. It is never a good idea to intentionally connect with the spirit world. The tortured souls, the evil spirits, the malevolent ghost who enjoy and love tormenting, torturing, cursing alive humans, just imagine how much suffering can they inflict on you, which they want to and love to do. The unfortunate people, with the gift known as medium, born with the ability to live in both worlds, do you believe they survive for long? Some do who fight back. The fight, the battle of living and dead has long been going on. The battle in which one wants to merge the two worlds while the other one who wants to keep their world clean of such impurities so they could live a normal and merry life. The battle field is a globe, the dead has got numbers while the living just got few. But, living are aided by divinity and their beliefs. But, it's about time, for the ultimate entry in the field, a pair of mother and son, one is a mad medium and another is a hyper believer. Are you interested to learn how they made the spirit world fear their name?

Tanaka Akihiko was transmigrated into a book he just read and instead of getting cool abilities he got the ability to go back in time when he dies and no it cannot be stacked, What will he do? Will he kill the wretched writer? Am I in trouble? Read to find out.

My hit serial killer novel needs a sequel and I have no choice but to work with a real serial killer to finish my next novel!

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes. "The contract is effective as of now" He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine. She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision. Let the games begin..!

The story is about how an old man wanted to fly on an airplane all his life, but he still couldn't do it.

THERE are tragic writers who live out in the world they are the Gods tv destined to die again and again tragically forever

Alicia had always despised writing. Her past held secrets that made the thought of putting pen to paper unbearable. Yet, when her school insisted she join the journalism club, she reluctantly agreed, unaware that this decision would change her life forever. An unknown person suddenly entered her life, a person who is a passionate writer and photographer with an eye for detail and a heart full of stories. Their worlds collide in unexpected ways, and what begins as a forced partnership soon blossoms into a powerful bond. Together, they embark on a journey through the lens of a camera and the tip of a fountain pen. But as their connection deepens, the shadows of Alicia's past loom larger. What made her hate writing so much, and will her newfound relationship with this unknown person help her confront her fears? I'll write, for you and for us is a gripping tale of love, secrets, and the power of storytelling. Dive into Alicia's world and discover how two souls, brought together by fate, can rewrite their destinies.

A nerd from 21st century reborn in 1900s as illetimate prince of Hyderabad, who later created an Indian Empire in foreign land. Expect around 4-5 chapter/week

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“Elise…” I called out to her. I wanted to say something but my brain could not form any words to utter. So, her name in my lips lingered and silence enveloped us. I glimpsed at her peaceful face and, as if on cue, my nerves relaxed. I gently touched her cheeks using my thumb then moved to her lips. Everything is probably an understatement of what I am willing to do for her. Beyond everything, that is, if it exists. I moved closer to reach the seat belt and quickly strapped her. I also adjusted my seat and strapped my own. Then, I started the car engine and drove off. My mind wandered off our first meeting. She didn’t appear promising to me when she descended the doorstep of their house. She walks extremely slow and she hangs her head down like a sinner. The cuffs of her long sleeves were constantly pulled to hide her hands. Then, she looked up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were puffy and it was very obvious that she spent an hour, and probably more, crying. Nevertheless, she smiled at me, giving me an access to view her white teeth. She, then, accepted the flowers that I was offering. Her nails were clean and bare, no paint. Then, she muttered her first word to me, “Thank you.” After that, she went inside.