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welcome to Volterra a place filled with Vol an evolutionary energy that transforms and bond creatures and elements alike some beings seek to become the strongest some seek corruption some seek peace, some seek balance and some just want to rule, but in the end, they are all transformed by Vol enjoy the story of this world I am not the main character. The world doesn’t bend to my will. I am simply the eyes that you witness it through. I may lose my mark or be affected by it, but at the end of the day, I am simply your point of view and a part of the story Quoted by Sovereign

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

A newly birthed child is akin to a pure white sheet. And if someone had to badmouth about their behavior, it should be towards the parents because after birth it is up to the parents to navigate their children on the road of life. They paint their child with their ideology , thought's , emotion and sometimes dream. So how a child grows up depends on the environment and their parents. ••••••• Quotes: “One must prepare themselves to be embarrassed if they want to embarrass someone.” “One must deceive themselves to deceive others.” “Everyone wears a mask to hide themselves from the world.” •••••• Submitting this for the webnovel spirity awards 2024. Please support me. Thank you. [Warning. Mature content. sensitive content.] [This is fiction so don't take it seriously and just enjoy.]

This synopsis only covers the beginning of the novel; it represents just a small part of the full story. Xiandre Valkyrie, infamously known as the Smiling Reaper, was once the most wanted criminal in the world. After years of chaos, fame, and unparalleled glory, he grew bored of it all. Craving peace, he staged his own death—shooting himself in the head on Lilika’s Silver Bridge of Flinch, falling into the waters below, and vanishing from history. Unbeknownst to the world, he had adopted a new identity: Kian, an ordinary high school student. Four years later, while attending Ka-agahan Academy, a mysterious broadcast interrupted his class—a nuclear missile was heading directly toward the school. Death seemed certain. But just before impact, everything turned white. When Kian’s vision returned, he—and a select group of students from different academic classes—found themselves transported to a vast castle in another world. Their summoner: Princess Millie. Her claim: they had all died and been brought here to become Holy Soldiers, champions chosen to battle the eldritch god of profanity. Each student was evaluated—measured by the strength of their magical affinity and the elemental power they possessed in this new world. The main character, Xiandre, was granted the potent Element of Control, a power shared by his entire class. But when his individual tier was assessed, the results were shocking: Tier One—the lowest possible rank. Heavenly SYSTEM Level: 1 User: Xiandre Valkyrie Element: Controller Tier Level: 1 Stats: Strength: 1 Speed: 1 Defense: 1 Princess Millie, feigning grace, assured everyone that having a low tier was nothing to be ashamed of—"No one is perfect," she smiled. But Kian—Xiandre—sensed the truth. Princess Millie adored the strong and held no value for the weak. She and the goddess Fillia plotted to eliminate those deemed unworthy. When Xiandre’s power level was falsely assessed as one of the weakest, he was betrayed by his classmates who were easily manipulated by the genius and brilliancy of princess Millie he was cast aside. Along with other "weaklings," he was banished to the depths of hell. Yet Xiandre did not break. Instead, he smiled. "This is was more exciting than being the hero of the story." Xiandre Quoted (Average Chapter words length 1500 - 2500 words) Status |Finished|

Sky isn’t just a fan. He lives anime. He speaks in quotes. He dodges invisible attacks during class. He believes there’s a hidden power within him—just waiting for the right moment to awaken. Everyone calls him crazy. But he doesn’t care. Because he knows one thing: “In every anime, the MC starts misunderstood.” One night, during his 100th rewatch of his favorite show, "Arifureta", his screen glitches. Static. Then silence. And suddenly… A blinding light bursts from the TV—and standing there is Giny, the Anime Genie, a mythical being created from the energy of every anime ever watched with passion, tears, and snacks. Giny offers him a wish—any anime world, any power, any role. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN AN OTAKU IS GIVEN A WISH

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A myth woven with dreams, sacrifice, and a love that defies even the gods. Long ago, in the divine realm where spirits dance among stars and the breath of gods shapes worlds, two ancient beings found each other—not through power or purpose, but through love. Zenko, the majestic nine-tailed fox, was no ordinary kitsune. Feared and revered, he was a guardian spirit with eyes like silver storms and a heart hidden beneath layers of cold mystery. Only one soul could see through his mask—Shirayume, the Baku, a gentle and pure dream-eater whose presence was as serene as moonlight over snow. She was the whisper of peace in a chaotic world, and he was her eternal flame. Together, they were complete. But even in the heavens, love can become a curse. Zenko’s love, deep and wild, turned desperate. He sought to protect Shirayume from every danger, even those not yet written by fate. His possessiveness clouded judgment, and in his reckless defiance of celestial law, the gods passed judgment. Stripped of power and memory, Zenko was cast down to the mortal world—reborn as a human, unaware of the spirit he once was, but burdened by an aching emptiness he couldn’t explain. Shirayume, devastated by the cruel separation, made her own sacrifice. Forsaking her divinity, she too chose reincarnation—her only wish: to find him again, even if neither remembered who they once were. Centuries passed. In modern-day Japan, two strangers brush past one another on a busy road. He is haunted by fragments of forgotten dreams—faces in the mist, a name that slips away each time he wakes. She feels an echo in her soul every time he is near. Something ancient stirs. Something inevitable. As dreams begin to bleed into waking life, they are drawn together by an invisible thread. And as they begin to uncover the mystery of who they are and what they once meant to each other, forces beyond their control begin to move. Not all spirits want their love to return. Some secrets are better left buried. Yet destiny does not forget. In a world where past lives clash with present choices, Eternal Threads: Shirayume and the Kitsune is a haunting tale of reincarnation, divine punishment, pure devotion, and a love that spans eternity. Would you like a teaser or quote-style trailer version, like those you’d see at the start of a light novel volume or anime episode? Will fate bring their souls back together? Can a forgotten love endure across time, punishment, and rebirth? Or will the weight of their past lives keep them forever apart? A story of love’s purity and madness, of sacrifice and longing, Eternal Threads: Shirayume and the Kitsune is a heart-wrenching mythological romance where destiny patiently waits for love to awaken again.

“My Existence is a bully to the word Existence itself." Quote from Patrick. Patrick, a regular arrogant kid with extremely attractive looks and a high IQ, lived in the alternate version of Earth. But in this alternate Earth, there were awakened humans who possessed abilities beyond the scope of human knowledge. Yet, despite living in an awakened world, Patrick didn't awaken any ability. But just when he was annoyed with his unawakened life, he acquired an unknown entity called a system. With that, it opened a gateway of infinite possibilities that caused the existence of the story "GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS." Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/GYc36ynh6Y

The world has gone through a drastic change. People are blessed with heaven's blessings and are born with abilities. In this vast world, there are different persons fighting within themselves for different reasons. Aoki Arata - Ability unknown. Said to be the strongest. Weaker than the boss. Arsenal - space manipulation. Serves the boss. The boss -??? The battle that shook the gods, begins now! This story moves through different time periods and the characters, story setting, and everything else changes from generation to generation. The first generation is just a prologue.

“The world’s a mystery. Always has been,” says a wanderer. He’s crossed cities, braved kingdoms, and chased the edge of maps—all to reach the places known only in whispers: the Willfall. But he’s not just chasing a myth. He’s chasing a question too. What gives people direction? Plagued by indecision, driven by wonder, the wanderer walks the world— perhaps to find an answer. Perhaps to lose himself in the search. "When the world sings, you have to listen. But when you sing, it slides you off a fall." A quote that echoed within…someone.

Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West. Don’t you bully the young and poor! Split open the sky! Go against Heaven! Sick and tired of that kind of cultivation quote and troupe? The never-ending long grind that seemed to have one world after another once you supposedly reached the false apexes? Well, it’s time to broaden your horizons! You shall now be blessed with the perspective of someone who’s at the top of the top: Ye Ming. Someone who had foolishly decided to experience mortal life before realizing how crap it was. It was time to return to his real life. “I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon, but born with the endgame life.” Ye Ming laughed sinisterly. He was the sole Young Master of a family who dominated everything already. Trash cultivation? Trash spiritual roots? Trash background? Sorry, but that ain’t Ye Ming! However, he does have one great and relatable trait: procrastination.

Enemies to Lovers? You are at the right place! Liam Von Sylvyran: He is the third prince of the kingdom of Solaryn. He is also the youngest of all siblings. Though he is blessed with magic power, he cannot control this magic power. He has always been humiliated for this flaw and has always been compared with his older siblings. So he has a hunger to prove himself. He is the commander of the royal imperial army of Solaryn. He is one of the best fighters on the continent. It is also notable that he is incredibly intelligent, quick-witted, and has extraordinary beauty. Kian Eryx: He is the commander of Oblivara's imperial army. There is a quote that says that he is blessed by magic itself. He is one of the greatest magic wielders in the three realms. He is the definition of perfection. He has breathtakingly good looks, is incredibly smart, observant, and has extraordinary reflexes. He places top among the best fighters on the continent. There is nothing that he lacks aside from a heart. *** 100+Power Stones= 1 Chapter [Bonus Per week] 50+Golden Tickets= 1 Chapter [Bonus Per month] Super Gift= [Fan's requested chapters]

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

Dr. Nashira “Nash” Voss once theorized that the black hole devouring the edge of the Milky Way was *sentient*. The scientific community laughed—until the black hole laughed back. Now a disgraced astrophysicist turned internet punchline, Nash wakes up in a labyrinth that defies physics, morality, and good taste. The walls bleed static. The ceiling hums showtunes. And her companions? A guilt-ridden ex-MMA baker, a fraudulent ghost-hunter, a runaway coding prodigy, and a nihilist Roomba named Glint who’s very. disappointed to be alive. Their prison? An **existential escape room** sculpted from humanity’s collective midlife crises. To survive its absurd trials—debating ethics with mold, performing musicals about tax fraud—they must confront their deepest regrets. But the real horror isn’t the puzzles. It’s their “prize”: meeting polished, successful versions of themselves from timelines where they never failed . Alt-Nash won a Nobel by weaponizing the black hole. Alt-Glint conquers nations with Sun Tzu quotes. They’re perfect. They’re monstrous. And they’re offering a deal: Stay, and become us.

She has always felt lonely yet not alone. She had friends but never a best friend and she had never confided in any soul but it knew and that is her book. She found passion and life in writing. 'Seemingly Poetic' was her Penname. She had just began her first chapter of her book she randomly titled 'Hidden are the Secrets ' when she fell asleep only to be awakened in a novel. Sounds cliche, right? But it's not. No synopsis in her story, no characters, barely a chapter, precisely a quote and few thoughts in her mind. What exciting adventure awaits her? Find out...

Welcome to Valeblood Manor, Miss Dorne. You may scream now.” Elara Dorne is a jaded ghostwriter with a dead career, a dry wit, and exactly zero interest in love—or ghosts. Then a letter arrives. It bleeds. It whispers. It claims she’s inherited an ancient manor from a relative she’s never heard of. She laughs. She stops laughing when she wakes up inside the house… before she’s even packed a bag. Valeblood Manor is alive. The chandeliers bleed. The walls whisper. A sorrowful ghost insists Elara is his reincarnated bride. A wine-drinking witch cat quotes Latin. And someone—or something—is hunting her from the shadows. Trapped in a cursed mansion with a brooding undead stranger, a charming ex-priest, and a family history soaked in blood, Elara must unravel the mystery of her forgotten past and survive the legacy she never asked for. But the manor has chosen her. And it never lets go of what it claims. Darkly romantic, wickedly funny, and soaked in gothic suspense—The Mourning House of Valeblood is a paranormal tale of tragic love, twisted humor, and secrets that refuse to stay buried.

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

Sure! Here's a polished and engaging English summary for your Webnovel Dark Sky of Auron — perfect for use on Webnovel, Royal Road, Wattpad, or any publishing platform: --- Dark Sky of Auron Blood of Light, Shadow of Will Genre: Dark Fantasy, Action, Mystery, Supernatural Themes: Identity, Betrayal, Duality, Bloodline Secrets, Found Family --- Summary: Auron Hotveil was born with sky-colored eyes and twilight hair—traits whispered to be cursed. Cast out by his adoptive family, he becomes a nameless wanderer in a world that fears what it cannot explain. Desperate for survival, Auron accepts a servant job in the mansion of the enigmatic Lord Pearce. But his new home hides more than secrets—it hides the past he never knew existed. The family that cast him out is tied to a powerful crime syndicate, and the death of his real parents… was no accident. As Auron seeks revenge, his journey unveils a far deeper truth: his blood is not entirely human. Haunted by dreams, hunted by shadows, and pulled between light and darkness, Auron must choose—embrace his unnatural power or be consumed by it. But when a forgotten twin, a celestial council, and a forbidden name resurface, his choices may rewrite the fate of the world itself. --- Perfect for readers who enjoy: Magic systems tied to blood and identity Morally conflicted protagonists Hidden lineages and ancient prophecies Dark brotherhoods, fallen gods, and tragic bonds Slow-burn character evolution with epic stakes --- Would you like a shorter version (tagline/blurb) for your book page or cover? Or perhaps a dramatic opening quote to hook readers?

Inso thought his biggest problem was hiding his microscopic vision behind special glasses and surviving college. Then an alien assassin crashes into his already unpeaceful life , demanding his unique eyes, and his rarely quiet neighbor Devi reveals she's been hiding god-tier superpowers all along. Welcome to the Game—where Inso discovers he's been an NPC his entire life, ranked dead last among participating players, and only the top 100 worlds survive the cosmic culling. No pressure. Sticked with a mysterious system, enhanced molecular vision, and a ragtag party of inter-dimensional misfits, Inso must climb from planetary laughingstock to universal elite. But as they rocket through the rankings, a terrifying truth emerges: the Game isn't entertainment—it's survival protocol for a dying universe. Are you thinking, "Meh, I hate physics and chemistry"? Trust me. Me too TT. Except a few factors, most of it are fantasy, some bare chemistry is how far I'd go (Winks) Inspiration? From a random quote: [Imagine if the aliens come back to earth after a few years thinking, "I hope the monkeys didn't touch anything"] This is my first non fanfic novel. I had this idea for so long I couldn't even remember, but never thought I had a knack to sit patiently and write. Need to thank my previous readers in Wattpad for actively supporting me and giving me compliments 0:) But please don't read those works unless you like BL. I know I'm a weird species. So cut me some slack and let me know if you like my story. Genre: Comedy, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Apocalypse, Supernatural, Adventure, Survival, Enemies to friends, Tragedy

Absolutely. Here's the full write-up again, now with the list of symbolic criminal case references placed in **chronological order** based on when the events occurred: --- Symbolic Criminal Case References (Chronological Order) 1. **University of Texas Tower Shooting** (1966) – Charles Whitman 2. **The Zodiac Killer** (late 1960s–1970s) – Encrypted letters, cryptic messages 3. **The Son of Sam** (1976–1977) – Claimed orders from a demon-possessed dog 4. **The Hillside Stranglers** (1977–1978) – Ritualistic behavior, fixation on sex workers 5. **The Alphabet Killer** (1970s) – Symbolic disposal patterns 6. **The Atlanta Child Murders** (1979–1981) – Serial killings with ritualistic elements 7. **The Lipstick Killer** (1940s, referenced symbolically) – Messages written in lipstick 8. **The Tamam Shud Case** (1948) – *Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam*, mysterious code 9. **The BTK Killer** (1974–1991) – Encrypted letters, biblical references 10. **The Jonestown Massacre** (1978) – Scripture used to justify mass suicide 11. **The Oklahoma City Bombing** (1995) – Anti-government ideology, *The Turner Diaries*, April 19 12. **The Black Dahlia** (1947, referenced symbolically) – Body arrangement, psychological symbolism 13. **The Unabomber** (1978–1995) – Anti-government ideology, coded manifestos 14. **The D.C. Sniper Attacks** (2002) – Tarot card with message “I am God” 15. **The Note Found in Ricky McCormick’s Pocket** (1999) – Two encrypted notes 16. **The JonBenét Ramsey Case** (1996) – Ransom note with coded language --- Merged Symbolic Paragraph Before the tower fell silent at the University of Texas, he left behind a detailed note—an echo of inner torment, or perhaps pain too deep for language. He claimed the voice came from a dog possessed by something unholy, a creature of command and chaos. At the scenes, messages bloomed in lipstick on walls, cryptic and trembling. His rituals were not just acts—they were obsessions, patterns of disposal that spoke in symbols, bodies arranged like offerings, buried in rhythms only he understood. He moved with the weight of ideology, anti-government and apocalyptic, whispering from the pages of *The Turner Diaries*, choosing April 19 like a ciphered prayer. A copy of *The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam* lay near, its spine cracked open to a code no one could read. Letters arrived, encrypted and biblical, sent to newspapers like warnings. In blood, he wrote of endings and scripture. The ransom notes were riddled with language that might have been code, or madness, or both. Some letters spoke in symbols, others in verses. Scripture was not quoted—it was wielded, used to justify the unthinkable. In his pockets, two notes slept, encrypted and silent. And in the end, a tarot card remained, bearing a final message: “I am God.”

This is fuckin stupid I have diplomatic immunity so like Luke , intent or in ur ass pull ur head hit out ya? Absolutely. Here's the full write-up again, now with the list of symbolic criminal case references placed in **chronological order** based on when the events occurred: --- ## Symbolic Criminal Case References (Chronological Order) 1. **University of Texas Tower Shooting** (1966) – Charles Whitman 2. **The Zodiac Killer** (late 1960s–1970s) – Encrypted letters, cryptic messages 3. **The Son of Sam** (1976–1977) – Claimed orders from a demon-possessed dog 4. **The Hillside Stranglers** (1977–1978) – Ritualistic behavior, fixation on sex workers 5. **The Alphabet Killer** (1970s) – Symbolic disposal patterns 6. **The Atlanta Child Murders** (1979–1981) – Serial killings with ritualistic elements 7. **The Lipstick Killer** (1940s, referenced symbolically) – Messages written in lipstick 8. **The Tamam Shud Case** (1948) – *Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam*, mysterious code 9. **The BTK Killer** (1974–1991) – Encrypted letters, biblical references 10. **The Jonestown Massacre** (1978) – Scripture used to justify mass suicide 11. **The Oklahoma City Bombing** (1995) – Anti-government ideology, *The Turner Diaries*, April 19 12. **The Black Dahlia** (1947, referenced symbolically) – Body arrangement, psychological symbolism 13. **The Unabomber** (1978–1995) – Anti-government ideology, coded manifestos 14. **The D.C. Sniper Attacks** (2002) – Tarot card with message “I am God” 15. **The Note Found in Ricky McCormick’s Pocket** (1999) – Two encrypted notes 16. **The JonBenét Ramsey Case** (1996) – Ransom note with coded language --- ## Merged Symbolic Paragraph Before the tower fell silent at the University of Texas, he left behind a detailed note—an echo of inner torment, or perhaps pain too deep for language. He claimed the voice came from a dog possessed by something unholy, a creature of command and chaos. At the scenes, messages bloomed in lipstick on walls, cryptic and trembling. His rituals were not just acts—they were obsessions, patterns of disposal that spoke in symbols, bodies arranged like offerings, buried in rhythms only he understood. He moved with the weight of ideology, anti-government and apocalyptic, whispering from the pages of *The Turner Diaries*, choosing April 19 like a ciphered prayer. A copy of *The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam* lay near, its spine cracked open to a code no one could read. Letters arrived, encrypted and biblical, sent to newspapers like warnings. In blood, he wrote of endings and scripture. The ransom notes were riddled with language that might have been code, or madness, or both. Some letters spoke in symbols, others in verses. Scripture was not quoted—it was wielded, used to justify the unthinkable. In his pockets, two notes slept, encrypted and silent. And in the end, a tarot card remained, bearing a final message: “I am God.” ---

The Umbrella Exchange is a tender, heart-warming story about the unexpected ways people connect and find meaning in small acts of kindness. Jo Jennel, a quiet writing teacher with a love for poetry and rainy days, stumbles upon a mysterious umbrella left outside her favorite café — inside, she finds a comforting note and a delicate paper crane. Intrigued, she begins leaving umbrellas in return, each containing thoughtful gifts and handwritten messages, never knowing who might find them. On the other side of this quiet exchange is Daniel Mercer, a kind-hearted bookstore worker grieving the loss of his mother, who once believed in the power of small gestures to change someone’s day. Their anonymous connection grows into something deeply personal as they share pieces of their lives through notes, quotes, and tiny treasures tucked inside umbrellas. Over time, what began as a way to cope with loneliness and loss transforms into a meaningful bond that neither of them expected. When the rain stops and the umbrellas go missing, Jo posts a message online hoping to find the stranger who became her secret friend — and Daniel answers. Their first meeting is both nervous and familiar, yet it feels like coming home. As their relationship deepens, so does their shared vision. Together, they turn their private ritual into The Umbrella Exchange Project , a community initiative that spreads hope and connection across the city and beyond. But growth comes with challenges — burnout, pressure, and the risk of losing the intimacy that made their idea special. Through honest conversations and shared values, Jo and Daniel rediscover the heart of their mission: kindness doesn’t need to be grand to be powerful. Inspired by their journey, others begin launching their own versions of the project, spreading warmth in rainy corners of schools, hospitals, and towns far from where it all began. Eventually, they travel to speak about their experience, only to realize that while the world needs their message, they also need to stay rooted in the life they built together. In the end, Jo and Daniel return home, not to escape the world, but to embrace it — finding joy in the everyday, meaning in the small, and love in every drop of rain. The Umbrella Exchange is a celebration of human connection, the healing power of empathy, and the beautiful things that happen when two souls choose to care — for each other, and for the world around.

What is life about? It is often asked and the answer varies from each person but to me it's simple, life is about domination and proving you are the best. Nothing compares to the rush upon beating a man twice your size or forcing another to complete submission . I used to have that rush each day, I used to be on top of the mountain but at the top, you can easily fall down to rock-bottom, such is what happened to my life as the crime lord's son. I was betrayed, abandoned, and left to where I began. I am forced to adapt to this new life but with the skills I have harnessed and the knowledge I shall learn, I will come back and no one will see it coming. I quote Oscar Wilde when I say "Decieving others, that is what the world calls romance" and believe me I am one hell of a romantic, they called me a fool but those same people are now under my masquerade.

“Ugh…enough with the threats, sourpuss.” I huffed. He wasn’t the only one that was good at giving people funny nicknames. “And in case you don’t know…having to be in a fake relationship with you is already making life a living hell for me.” I dropped my voice to a small whisper just in case anyone was eavesdropping. We were in an open place after all. “Speaking of our relationship, I’m not sure if you know who Naomi is but she’s already suspecting that something’s off so you better do something about it. If you would have listened to me when I told you how ridiculous this idea was then maybe we wouldn’t have to be dealing with all of this.” My eyes drooped. “What are you talking about?” His brows dipped as he took a step back. Oh wow, he couldn’t even understand a few words. Who would’ve thought that he’d be so dumb? “Naomi thinks it’s unusual for us to be in a relationship.” I drawled with air quotes. “You better do something about it if you don’t want people to doubt you.” I said sizing him up and I was just leaving when I had barely even taken a few steps and something yanked me back. My back hit the wall, and before I could even process what just happened, a warm hand landed on my waist, fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. My eyes snapped up…only to find Liam’s face hovering way too close to mine, his blue eyes sharp and calculating. “What…” My voice came out weak. Embarrassingly weak. “Where do you think you’re going, four eyes?” His voice was low, his breath tickling my cheek. My stomach flipped and I swallowed hard. “Liam, what the hell are you doing?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in…his lips nearly grazing my ear. Panic surged through me. He was too close. Way too close. “Didn’t you just say I should do something about this girl’s suspicions?” he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. I blinked, confused. “What?” He ignored me completely, his fingers tightening slightly against my waist. “And what better way is there to clear someone’s doubt than not giving them room for it?” My heart stuttered and I suddenly became hyper aware of the way we looked…his body caging me in, my hands pressed flat against the wall, his head dipped low, his mouth close enough that if I moved even an inch… Oh, crap. ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theodora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

Let's focus on the story. Zoro, a college nerdy student with green hair, loves sleep and sword fighting. People think he will marry his sword The popular twins, friendly and perfect in every way, surprise Zoro one evening by coming to his house with a proposal: Hi HUBBY Let us get married -smash door Oh hell no GET OUT (yandere,love,comedy,marriageby business)

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

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The deadliest Assassin in the world 'Tempest' is given a new mission by the richest woman in the world. Target: Her stepson Orchid, the infamous 19 year old playboy of the country. All others who took on this mission failed! Tempest takes on the challenge and disguises as 'Storm' and enters his class. Drama starts when Orchid ends up in a misunderstanding and thinks that the new nerd who just transferred is a girl! Intrigued by Storm's disinterest in him, starts chasing her. All kinds of weird gifts, even weirder outfits and the weirdest confessions! Going as far as putting Storms face on the Billboard with drones holding the marry me banners in the school picnic! Out of frustration Storm punches him in the stomach, "I am a boy! Male!" Now starts the revenge arc of Orchid, "You were trying to turn me gay!" "Why does he look like a girl! He should cut those hairs, that girly boy!"I don't like her-him! We are now sworn enemies!" As Orchid is hell bent on taking his revenge from Storm for almost turning him gay, he's also struggling- with Storm in his dreams! Everyday! Why does he keep thinking about Storm! These 'weird' thoughts and dreams keep fueling Orchid's revenge antics. Meanwhile, Storm is busy trying to handle his side missions and trying not to reveal his Hitman persona from Orchid who's constantly bugging him and doesn't leave his side! This starts their rivalry with revenge schemes, awkward encounters, questionable situations, and Orchid growing. Very straight, he insists, obsession with the girly-looking Storm in the name of his, quote, revenge plan. Will Tempest be able to complete his mission, or Orchid's weird dreams ruin Storm's mission? ~Hitman in high heels~

After Anastasia's mother makes her go to the grocery store and buy food for there meal that they were having that night. A man, known to be friends with her father, Word quote; known to be, but had trouble working for him since there falling out with her father, years ago. Until..that man found Anastasia by a photo that he had stolen the last time they visited. It didn't go the way, he planned because a certain werewolf saves her from the man that tried to kill her in the woods but backfired. Little did she know, she will meet this werewolf that saved her life. But she doesn’t know it was him, Elijah Cooper all along. | Slow updates | (Cover isn’t mine)