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Battle of Extras

Desmond Woods and his friends, dedicated fans of the popular novel Crown of Glory, are thrust into a world of mystery and danger when they meet the novel’s reclusive author, known only by his pen name, Lazy_Nerd. What begins as an ordinary fan meet-up quickly turns dark as Lazy_Nerd reveals a chilling secret: his fictional world will cross into reality in ten days. Through a powerful ritual, an ancient group has transformed Crown of Glory from mere words on a page into a portal. Now, characters from the story—heroes, monsters, and villains alike—would be able to slip between worlds. The problem? If these characters escape unchecked, they could wreak havoc on a reality unprepared for their power and chaos. Lazy_Nerd warns that he is now the "anchor" to this gateway, unable to enter his own world without trapping himself and anyone else who dares follow. Desmond, the skeptical but loyal Lizzie, and the curious twin brothers Laurence and Lucas must make a choice. Tasked with crossing into Crown of Glory to stop its villainous forces from escaping, they’re given only an hour to decide. Each of them wrestles with fear, doubt, and hidden struggles, but they understand that their decision will decide the fate of both worlds. In a battle where fantasy and reality collide, they must rely on their knowledge of the story’s twists, turns, and dangers to survive. But as the lines between fiction and reality blur, Desmond and his friends discover that some truths—and enemies—are more dangerous than anything they’ve ever read. Will they risk everything to save their world, or will they find themselves lost in the story forever?
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Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
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