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Splinters of Time

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.
Muntadher_Khudhur · 152 Views

The irresistible slow poison

|Stripper×Mafia boss×CEO| [Volume one: Heaven's hell] "On your knees," he said and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fucks her. She feels disrespected every time he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms? "Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment. "You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave." "I am sorry, master." That's how it was; she wasn't respected enough, but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call. She would endure everything just to get some more time with him but still, she wasn't appreciated. And when she finally decides to move on, he is on his knees, begging her to stay. And what was the 'so-called handsome CEO' doing in the orphanage where she goes every now and then? He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. The once ignored girl was now being chased by two important figures and everyone started calling her 'The irresistible slow poison' On top of everything, the cute children were there to make things a thousand times better. Her besties were her protectors. They gave her so much happiness and love that she forgot all of her pain. Yet there's someone after her life. Unexpected things start to happen one after another. A book with diverse cultures, races, and love and full of angst. Fast-paced but also a slow burn. PS: the cover isn't mine.
gottastudyyyy · 58.1K Views
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