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Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- The story won't be dropped and I will continue until the end. So, I appreciate your support through Power Stones and Golden Tickets, Just read the first few chapters I am confident that you would like this thing.
CloudCatcher · 125.2K Views

The Game Of Deceptions

From the moment I stepped into the elite high school, I knew I was different. Not in the way these privileged brats thought they were special, but truly different. I am Ram Raghav, and this is my story—a tale of manipulation, power, and deception. In this school of future leaders, they believe in merit and excellence. What they don't realize is that true power lies not in grades but in control. I blend into the shadows, a ghost among the living, pulling strings and planting seeds of chaos. Every move is calculated, every friendship a transaction. They see a quiet, unassuming boy, but behind this facade lies a mind honed by my father, the feared mafia kingpin Raghav Raghav, and my mother, the ruthless lawyer Aishwarya Raghav. As I navigate through college, the stakes grow higher. I find comrades, pawns in my grand design, unaware of their roles in my schemes. Together, we face challenges, laugh, cry, and grow, but only I see the bigger picture. Every success, every setback is a step closer to my ultimate goal. Entering the political arena, the game changes. Here, my father’s lessons in power and my mother's legal acumen merge. I start as an advisor, an apprentice in the dark arts of political maneuvering. They teach Machiavelli; I live it. I outwit, outplay, and outlast, climbing the ranks while maintaining my unassuming exterior. But politics is merely a stage, a platform to launch my true ambitions. The world of espionage and crime beckons, a labyrinth of shadows where my skills truly shine. I dance on the knife's edge, outmaneuvering enemies both foreign and domestic. Betrayal is a currency, loyalty a rare gem. Trust no one, use everyone. Through it all, I am the puppet master, orchestrating a symphony of deceit. They call it ruthless; I call it necessary. For in the end, power is the only truth, and I intend to wield it with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. I am Ram Raghav. They see a student, a friend, a politician. What they don't see is the darkness within, the cold, calculating mind always three steps ahead. This is my story, a tale of deception, power, and the relentless pursuit of control. Let the games begin.
PoorPoet · 3.9K Views

Signing-In: The Lazy Moon Goddess

Yue Xuexia is just an ordinary salted fish that rarely lives in her house, but suddenly one day she woke up, received a sign-in system, and thought she was dreaming. The sign-in system rewarded her with multiple things, including houses, money, cars, and talent scrolls, which led her to the life of the richest lady in the world. She could sign in once a day. One morning, with her eyes groggily and blurry, Xuexia was welcomed by a holographic screen only she could see. Yes, like the ones in the novels and manga. Ding! Xuexia waves her hand in the empty air and mumbles, "Noisy, I told you to turn off the damn alarm, whoever owns it!" When a robotic voice lingered near her ears saying, Signed in successfully. Congratulations to the host, and you've received [1 Million RMB in cash!] Xuexia, who is currently in need of great money, was in disbelief as she looked at the words one million and laughed. "Heh~ even in my dream, I was wishing to receive free money. What nonsense, let's go back to sleep. Yue Xuexia was about to close her eyes back to sleep when the old touch screen phone near her pillow vibrates. Bzzt~ Bzzzzzt~ "Urg~ who the hell is calling now?" complained Yue Xuexia in her half-asleep state. She picked up the phone only to see a message notification saying the following words: [Your bank card account ending with 5567 had received a deposit transfer from XXXX at 6:45 am. You had received a 1 million deposit and your current saving balance is 1,003,000.00 RMB (Autumn Field landbank)] Yue Xuaxia mumbled in disbelief and said, "Fucking hell! This is awesome." Who doesn’t like free things?~' This lady wants it too!!!
Nilphy · 939.3K Views

The bully's redemption

In The Bully's Redemption, Kamsi, a bright yet ordinary girl from Nigeria, moves to Washington, D.C., eager to start a new chapter in her life. But her dreams of blending in are shattered when she crosses paths with Xavier, the infamous bully of Washington DC International School. Their first encounter is a collision—both literal and figurative—leaving her humiliated and furious, and him intrigued and unrelenting. After a chaotic first day, Kamsi rushes out of the elevator, vision obscured by towering boxes. She slams into a figure, sending everything tumbling. Xavier(sneering): "Are you blind or something?" His tone is cold, his smirk arrogant. Kamsi, though shaken, snaps back. Kamsi (sarcastic): "You should be asking yourself that. Are you blind?" His eyes flash dangerously, and his voice cuts like ice. Xavier: "I don’t waste time on stupid and ugly girls like you." Kamsi’s heart sinks, but anger flares. Kamsi (muttering): "Did he seriously just—" Before she can react, the elevator doors close, leaving her seething. Later on, Kamsi, fresh from a calming shower, steps onto her balcony for a moment of peace. The city’s lights stretch before her, but her newfound tranquility shatters when she spots him—Xavier, lounging at the far end, cigarette in hand, his eyes glinting with mischief. Xavier (mocking): "Didn’t know our neighbor was a nudist." Kamsi, heat rising to her cheeks, glares at him. Kamsi: "Didn’t know our neighbor was a jerk." Their banter cuts through the night air, the tension between them thick. But before she can retreat inside, something unexpected happens. Just as Kamsi begins to feel relief, thinking the encounter was over, a voice pierces the night air: Xavier (amused): "I wouldn’t be so sure of that." Kamsi freezes, spinning back around just in time to see Xavier doing something reckless—scaling the wall between their balconies. Her heart races as he climbs with surprising ease, each movement deliberate, until he swings over the railing and lands in front of her with a smirk. Kamsi(alarmed): "What the hell are you doing?!" Xavier grins, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of arrogance and intrigue. Xavier (nonchalant): "Thought I’d keep you company. You looked lonely." Kamsi’s pulse quickens, torn between disbelief and something else—something deeper, stirring beneath the surface. Kamsi(nervous, defiant): "This is crazy, Xavier. You can’t just—" Xavier (interrupting, voice low): "I can do whatever I want." His eyes hold hers captive, and the space between them shrinks as the tension rises, leaving Kamsi breathless and unsure of what will happen next. --- From the moment Kamsi stepped into Washington DC International School, her life became intertwined with Xavier’s, whether she wanted it or not. Behind his cold, sharp words, there’s a deeper intensity, a magnetic pull she can’t ignore. As Xavier’s arrogant provocations continue to draw her in, Kamsi realizes that this dangerous game is only beginning—and it’s one that could change them both forever. In *The Bully’s Redemption*, Kamsi’s world is thrown into chaos as she navigates life in a new country, battles the infamous bully of her school, and discovers that even the most feared tormentor may have vulnerabilities hiding behind his sharp edges. Their story is one of fiery clashes, unexpected revelations, and a dangerous connection that neither of them saw coming.
Praizy_7 · 24.6K Views

The Timeless Veil

Rudra was in the middle of his morning exercise, the rhythmic thud of his feet on the ground and the cool morning air clearing his mind. But his routine was abruptly interrupted by a sound that sent a chill down his spine—the piercing wail of the base siren. That siren only meant one thing: enemy jets were closing in on Indian airspace. Rudra was the first to engage the income Pakistani jets, locking onto an F-16. His MiG might have been old, but in his hands, it was deadly. His first missile found its mark, taking down one of the Pakistani jets. He quickly locked onto a second F-16, but this time, the enemy pilot deployed flares, deflecting the missile. As Rudra maneuvered for another strike, Captain Jorawar’s F-16 swooped in. Rudra managed to avoid the missile fired by Jorawar with a rapid maneuver, but the intense move took a toll on his aging MiG—his engine caught fire, and alarms began blaring in the cockpit. He ejected just in time, but disaster struck—his parachute caught fire, leaving him falling fast towards the earth. As Rudra fell, the cold wind whipping against his face, his life flashed before his eyes—not just the battles and the glory, but the regrets that weighed heavy on his heart. In those final moments, a thought gripped him: if somehow, by some miracle, I survive this... if I get another chance... I will live my life to the fullest. It wasn’t just about duty anymore; it was about making amends, about healing the wounds that time and circumstance had torn open. His mind turned to his foster family—the people who had taken him in after he lost his parents at the age of four. Commander Karanveer Batra, his father's friend, had raised him like his own son, alongside his own children. Yet, despite all the love they had given him, a distance had grown between them. The estrangement had left a scar on his mind, one that made him realize the difference between true blood and a foster family. The girl he had once loved, with all the intensity of a young heart, had ended up marrying his foster brother. She had become his sister-in-law, and Rudra had never dated anyone after that. The pain of that unrequited love had strained his relationship with his brother, and by extension, with his foster father and sister. He could still see his foster father's disappointed, pained face and his sister's helpless, sad eyes. If I survive... I’ll make things right, he vowed. I’ll repair those bonds, and I’ll create a family of my own—a family that I can truly call my own. As these thoughts filled his mind, a strange calm settled over him, and slowly, the world around him faded away. In the distance, the reinforcements from Jamnagar arrived, forcing Jorawar and his squadron to retreat. But for Rudra, the battle was over. What went unnoticed, however, was that Rudra's body had fallen onto the ancient steps of a Shiva temple, believed to be self-manifested. The temple stood silent and untouched, yet from within its depths, a thick, unnatural fog began to seep out, swirling with purpose as it crept closer to his still form—its intent unknown, its origin a mystery. Squadron Leader Rudra Pratap was born in 1992. At 32 years old, he had never married, dedicating his life to duty. And this seemed to be the end of his story... or perhaps, the beginning of something new. Follow Rudra on his journey as he defies fate, transforming from a patriotic soldier into a shrewd and calculating businessman. Watch as he not only reshapes his own life, but alters the balance of global power in his relentless pursuit of success. .................................................. 2 Chapters/Week
Entertainment_Rai · 634 Views

Mordred's Rebirth

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.
just_a_fox · 148.2K Views

The love package; My Darling wife and baby girl

Eric Crown rushed into the hospital, carrying the injured woman mindful of the fact that she is heavily pregnant. He left his assistant Andrew behind, who was trying to catch up with him. Andrew had tried to carry the woman from Eric but he refused to allow him or even allowed his driver touch her. ""Somebody help me" Eric immediately alarmed the hospital nurse at the reception immediately he entered with the injured woman. The emergency staff and nurses ran to him immediately seeing the injured woman in Eric's arms. Doctor what can be done for her Eric asked she is so seriously injured. We have to get the baby out of her first, the doctor replied assessing her injuries. We will try to save her life, I hope the baby is still alive the doctor added. What! Eric exclaimed shock. Take her to the operating theatre the doctor instructedthe emergency personnel there. The nurses and emergency staff put her on a hospital stretcher, and started wheeling her to the operation theatre. A nurse came with some papers for Eric to sign, he didn't even look at them he just signed. Dr. Robert, the medical director of the hospital was already informed of Eric's coiming. He just got to Eric at this time and asked who the woman involved in the accident was? Eric, still in shock with blood all over his shirt and trousers turned to Dr. Robert puzzled. What does that have to do with anything ? Dr. Robert was surprised by Eric's answer. Mr. Crown, I wanted to know if she was a family member he explained. No, I don't know her. She was hit by my car and we just rushed her here. Dr. Robert has known Eric for a long time, well known for his compassion and charity work but he never get emotionally involved. From the look on Eric's face, Dr. Robert felt there can only be one explanation then asked "were you driving" ? No, my driver was Eric answered. I see, you don't need to wait. Be rest assured we will take good care of her, it's just that from what I have seen she is in a critical condition. How critical Eric asked Dr. Robert. She might not survive Dr.Robert answered heavily, we were all quiet until a nurse came and told Dr. Robert they were ready for him at the operating theatre, he left with the nurse. She can't die, she cannot die Eric told himself. He felt this strong sense of attachment to her. Why is he feeling like this? As if, as if we have met before he thought. Sir, sir. sir? Andrew called out, touching Eric's shoulder lightly. Eric don't know how long he stood there but he suddenly realized Andrew was calling out to him. Sir, you need to change, there is a rest room over there Andrew said holding a change of clothes for him and pointing toward the restroom. Eric just continued to sit there, dazed! The incident playing over and over again in his mind. How come she was on the road at this time of the night? He wondered. She is heavily pregnant, why would any man allow his wife to move around at this time of the night?, and she was alone. Come to think about it, Eric didn't notice any wedding ring on her he thought, probably he didn't look properly. Mr. Crown, a nurse called out . Eric Crown looked up at her wondering when he sat down. Andrew immediately asked her what she wanted We need to know her name for our records she said We don't know Andrew answered.. But... It's an emergency, we had to rush her here, she was already unconscious Andrew explained. Then Dr. Robert suddenly came out of the Operating theatre, pulling off his face mask. We stood up as he walked toward us, eager for news . You have a baby girl Dr. Robert said smiling Me ? Eric asked surprised!
SCarew · 707.4K Views

Threads of Yesterday

The sun dipped low over the skyline of Austin, casting long shadows on the streets below. In the heart of the city, the hum of life pulsed on. Irena Valdez adjusted her lab coat as she stepped out of the biomedical research facility she called her second home. She had spent years carving a name for herself in the world of science, becoming one of the most sought-after lab technologists in the field. Her days were filled with precision, breakthroughs, and the satisfaction of knowing her work made a difference. Tonight, as she strolled down the sidewalk toward her favorite coffee shop, a sense of calm washed over her. Her life felt perfect—or close enough. Her marriage to Daniel was steady, filled with laughter, warmth, and the kind of trust that made her believe in forever. They were building a future together, one filled with love and mutual respect. The soft chime of the café’s bell greeted her as she pushed open the door. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her like an old friend. Irena ordered her usual—an almond milk latte—and found a seat by the window. She pulled out her phone to catch up on messages, her mind still swirling with the day’s experiments. But then she heard it. A voice. Deep, familiar, and achingly tied to a part of her life she thought she had tucked away. “Irena?” She looked up, her heart skipping a beat. Standing there, holding a steaming cup of coffee, was Ethan Reyes. Her ex. The man who had once been her everything before life had pushed them apart. His face held a mixture of surprise and something else—nostalgia, perhaps? Time had etched faint lines around his dark eyes, but he was still unmistakably Ethan, with that easy confidence and the smile that had once unraveled her. For a moment, the café faded away, replaced by a flood of memories. The late-night drives, the laughter, the arguments that had burned like wildfire. The quiet moments when they thought they’d found forever. And the heartbreak when they realized they hadn’t. Ethan’s gaze flicked to her left hand, where the glint of her wedding band caught the light. He smiled, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, his tone casual, though his question carried a weight they both felt. Irena hesitated for only a second, then nodded. “Sure.” As he sat across from her, the past and present collided in a way Irena hadn’t anticipated. She was happy—secure in her life with Daniel. But as Ethan leaned forward, his words carrying the echoes of their shared history, she realized the past never truly disappears. It lingers, waiting for moments like this to remind you of who you were, who you are, and the choices that shaped it all.
Heena_Tabassum · 178 Views

Grand Eternal Odyssey

“But that doesn’t mean we have to accept it. I Dao Wei, will never blame anyone for my own shortcomings! The so-called Law of the Jungle is something I will rewrite with my own hands!” Each word he spoke seemed to resonate with power, the air around him growing heavy with the force of his conviction. The dark child looked up, his anger wavering, replaced by something akin to fear as Dao Wei’s words crashed down on him like mountains, crushing the doubts that had festered within. “This is my Law!” Dao Wei declared, his voice rising as he drew himself to his full height. “And I am the Law!” Rumble! The sky began to change. Dark clouds gathered overhead, swirling in a furious dance as the heavens themselves seemed to respond to Dao Wei’s challenge. The wind howled through the peaks, and the ground trembled beneath the feet of those watching, as if the entire mountain was bracing itself for what was to come. The clouds grew darker, more ominous, the air charged with a strange energy. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that steadily grew louder, shaking the very foundations of the Sword Peak. The disciples and elders looked up in alarm, their faces pale as they realized the magnitude of what was happening. “Haa! Even if the Heavens try to stop me, I’ll split open the Heavens themselves!” Dao Wei’s voice rang out, defiant and unyielding, carrying with it a power that defied the very laws of nature...
Kaeon_MidKnight · 34.4K Views
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