Words Of Fiction

Mike is a unique man whose intention is purely to have women around. He first had a love engagement with Sheila before they parted ways. The reason was breaking up with sheila was due to his infidelity character. Sheila moves on and gets married immediately. Three months later, Mike tries to reach out to Sheila, a move that almost destabilized the marriage. Out of frustrations, Mike contacts Sasha, a lady he had met the previous day on the street. He categorically makes a request for a visit to her home, which she accepted willingly. On arrival, Mike realizes that Sasha is too different from Sheila, she can't event take part in house chores. The circumstance forced Sasha to have a sleep at Mike's place. Mike is called by a friend at midnight and he complies to attend a night party, leaving Sasha behind. At the party, Mike meets a lady who eventually got glued to him, making a hard decision to marry her. He hides the lady, Praxidis at the friends place and goes to see Sasha off only to find Sasha relaxed. Realizing that Sasha was there to stay, he avoids his friend Brian who had offered to host his lady, praxidis for a while. Life in marriage was not smooth as usual. Occasionally with challenges that he dealt with carefully so as to keep their marriage going. Sasha, the wife was so dramatic, a day could barely end without confronting the husband. Meanwhile, Brian eventually is forced to marry Praxidis,

Roya Amani, a brilliant but sociopathic writer, is infamous for her dark and tragic stories. Among her creations is Emris Malachai, the invincible yet lonely hero who meets an untimely and unfair death. When Emris inexplicably comes to life, furious at the hand that killed him, he invades Roya's world, intent on revenge. But their clash becomes something more-an electrifying battle of wits, pranks, and volatile emotions. As Roya's cold indifference meets Emris's fiery arrogance, hatred begins to blur into a dangerous attraction. Both broken in their own ways, they test the limits of control, power, and the thin line between love and destruction. In a storm of manipulation, torment, and unexpected vulnerability, they must navigate a world where the boundaries between creator and creation shatter. But as they unravel their connection, a sinister force looms, threatening to end their twisted story before it even begins.

In the believer's heart, Faith and Patience alongside other friends must overcome the enemies of the WORD

Jason Carter always believed he was destined for mediocrity. His death was as unremarkable as his life—a freak accident that left no mark behind. But death is only the beginning. Jason awakens in a futuristic universe brimming with colossal megacities, interstellar travel, and worlds dominated by beings with superpowers, or Aspects. From the fiery strength of Solar Titans to the mind-bending abilities of Cerebrants, every individual is born with an Aspect—a manifestation of their core essence. In this world, power determines your worth. The weak are crushed. The strong rise to rule. Jason soon discovers that he, too, has an Aspect. But it’s not what anyone expects. Unlike most, Jason’s ability defies logic and categorization. It allows him to mimic and evolve the powers of beings he knew were fictional. Thrust into the harsh arena of survival, where warlords, bounty hunters, and galactic tyrants vie for supremacy, Jason quickly realizes that knowledge is power, and power is survival. As he carves a name for himself, Jason begins to uncover chilling truths about the origin of the Aspects and the universe itself. Each power has a price and the collectors were watching, waiting. With the fate of countless worlds hanging in the balance, Jason must rise beyond his limits and become something far more than a man with a stolen power. He must become the Ascendant, a force strong enough to challenge gods themselves. But in a universe built on power, Jason knows one truth above all: "Adapt. Survive. Conquer."

Ava Blanton was a condemned criminal, later the unwitting vessel for a botched transmigration that had left her consciousness welded with fragmented memories of an unknown Earth woman. Their minds imperfectly combined, Ava battled an identity crisis. Emotions, desires, and experiences that were both native and foreign flitted through her mind. Torn between two imperfect lives, Ava faced higher states of psychological turmoil in which she couldn't quite be sure where one self ended and another started.

Sasha is a beautiful lady from a humble background. He gets married to Mike, a poor man who lived below the poverty level, only to realize later that he was a very wealthy stateman. Initially, Sasha used to sell fruits as a hawker to help her fruit spouse take care of the family. When Sasha realized the true potential wealth of her husband, she questioned him, claiming to suffer in the streets of the city, yet he had money. Mike later engaged in a love affair with a certain lady, whom Sasha knew very well. This brought a disagreement between them, escalating the matter to an eventual divorce. Sasha was left with nothing at all, only a child to suffer in the streets of N. During the signing of the divorce document, the District Commissioner who spearheaded the divorce exercise noticed her. He seemed to love her at first sight, comforting her as she cried tirelessly at his office. The District Commissioner, Mr. R made a quick advancement, which was accepted. Sasha must have been desperate. They agreed and lived casually as husband and wife; Sasha now lived with a second husband who was very rich. Mike came back with the intention of ruining his ex-wife's relationship now thriving well.

In a World were the strong make and break the rules, how are the weak and upcoming cultivators survive?. Are they to bow and summit to greater power? or fight for the own destiny? "These worlds and these people will burn, l will burn it all up" Raiel Said. Warning alert. It's a slow pace novel but l guarantee you won't regret reading it.. Secondly, English is not my first language, so if you notice any incorrect or misuse of words or sentences, please feel free to point it out, l promise l will better myself...

So who are you? Ask Adam to a person who communicate with him with this strange looking device? *smirk* I am- the picture don't belong to me and also the anime that i will use is not belong to me

Este livro é totalmente fictício; sua história é baseada nos tempos modernos, onde nossos heróis lutam para salvar o mundo de uma grande escuridão que aos poucos devasta a terra. O livro se passa no ano de 2040, onde casos misteriosos de pessoas desaparecidas e mortes inexplicáveis estão ocorrendo a toda hora. Agora, o mundo pede ajuda para nossos heróis, que podem livrar o mal do nosso mundo. Dedico este livro a mim, à minha imaginação e a todos que são próximos na minha vida, e também dedico para vocês, leitores. Agradeço a todos que leram o meu livro; fico muito contente por terem utilizado o tempo de vocês para lerem justo o meu livro. Muito obrigado.

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.

Gray World is dominated by the will of Gods and thrives under the control of iron gears and steam. It is a place where faith is not a passive devotion but a currency—traded, bought, and sold by churches that wield their gods' influence as weapons. It is a place where value is absolute, value is everything, shaping every belief and controlling every life. Run by ironclad reign of Church of Steel, every life here reeks of smoke and decay, while the Church of Sacrifice whispers promises of salvation through pain and sacrifice. Yet, amidst this ever existing Gods of sacrifice, iron, and decay, a new God descends—one who was once known as The Faceless One, God of Confusion, Keeper of secrets, Messiah of messengers by en masse: the God of Fiction. God of Fiction, Ashur, reincarnates after dying by the wiles of God of Sacrifice and others. Unlike other gods, Ashur, does not demand worship through suffering or material devotion. Instead, he brings something far more dangerous: the ability to weave fantasies into existence, to blur the line between fiction and reality. "Is fiction not a truth waiting to be realized?" Whispers spread among the people—rumors of a church that doesn't preach, of a god who offers not suffering but something far more seductive: choice. They speak of dreams too vivid to be mere illusions and realities that seem to bend to their imaginations. What is fiction, if not another form of reality? When the masses begin to believe, does belief not shape the world itself? As his own proclamation goes— [To not exist does not mean one truly does not exist, for to be known is also a form of existence.] ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ [This book has been dropped] [If you want to read something after it, I would recommend, “Death Game: Beyond Reality“]

This is not a novel but a statement of why i have deleted all my works from online platforms and plan on returning with a new identity.

A collection of short stories to allow others to read them.

If wisdom was a course taught in schools, trust me, it would be the most extensive and expensive course ever. But nah... it has nothing to do with IQ or being smart. It is rather more of spiritual than natural.

This collection of curated short stories spans several genres, including science fiction, surrealism, absurdism, nihilism, fantasy, horror and comedy. P.S.: This is an Anthology.

He was accidentally transported to another world, gained the power of self-defense... or so he thought. Instead, he obtained the power of the Self-Defense Forces. Using modern weapons and equipment, such as medicine, he lives freely. This is the story of his journey with a girl he saved, traveling through the world.

Shadow of the Shattered Veil is a beloved story about a young hero that captivated many. But then, inexplicably, it vanished from the face of the earth. All traces of its history and existence disappeared, leaving no memory of it-except for one person. A young aspiring novelist, determined to succeed, seized the opportunity and recreated the entire story in his own way to profit from its mysterious disappearance. Just as he began to enjoy his success, he received a message from the original author. In an instant, he found himself transported into the world of the novel.

Bryce was an orphan who had went through some rough experience, leading him to walk on the path he's currently on. However, the boundlessly chaotic nature of fate decided to involve him in things that one would never hope to witness and experience ever in their life. Every human has at least a quote or a single words that speaks up to them. Bryce is no exception. He will have one for himself, sooner or later. Just how impacful will the discovery be to him? A/N: This my first urban fantasy content, please consider voting and adding it to library if you enjoy it.

If anyone were to tell you that a picture is worth a thousand words, you should tell them to shut up. Or, in the very least, slap them in the face with a baseball bat. A picture isn't the same thing as words on a page. At least a picture is interesting; I mean, your eyes gloss over words far more than images, and the more cryptic the image, the longer you look at it. No, a picture is not a mere blurb on a page. A picture is like a movie without motion, or a still portal, an empty doorway, and I'd know that very well. Too well. But I digress. After all, you're reading words on a page for the heck of it. Weirdo. My name is Veridian, and what I'm about to say is going to sound crazy. I'm one of the Wanderers. It sounds insane, I know. I'm only, what, nineteen? And yet, I'm the youngest Wanderer there is. I didn't even realise I was one until the Great Merging happened. But I'm probably getting ahead of myself. I'll go back to when it all started, right after the Merging, and then we can take it slow. After you hear my story, maybe you'll be able to help me get out of here. Just whatever you do, don't tell Uncle Romford. Please.