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Its Time To Duel

TIME OF LOVE

For Thyme, a university student wrestling with a profound fear of rejection and a fractured past, life is a constant puzzle. But when an unexpected escape alongside the magnetic, infuriating Meta leads them to a shared, tearful déjà vu at Hua Hin Beach, the puzzle shatters, hinting at a connection that defies explanation and an echo of forgotten emotions. As Thyme is flung through time, jolting between his chaotic present and the perilous underworld of the 1990s, he uncovers a startling revelation: he and Meta were once secretly entwined, their deep bond mysteriously severed by an unseen hand. In the present, Meta stumbles upon his father's hidden secrets: a mysterious notebook and an old telephone. The notebook reveals cryptic pleas from a Meta in the 1990s, desperately urging him to save Thyme from a deadly fate that will unfold in the future, hinting that the timeline itself hangs in the balance, shifting with their actions. Meanwhile, the old telephone, used by Meta in his high school days before a selective amnesia veiled his memories concerning Thyme, becomes a conduit to the past. Through it, the Meta of today unknowingly communicates with the time-traveling Thyme of the past, sparking a hidden relationship that flourishes. Yet, an envious shadow lurks, plotting an accident to separate them, erasing crucial memories and fracturing their bond. Now, caught between the passionate, forbidden romance with a charismatic yet terrifying Mafia heir—the 90s version of Meta—and the undeniable pull towards the Meta of today, whose quiet intensity stirs a forgotten ache in his soul, Thyme faces an agonizing choice. With time, memory, and reality blurring into a dangerous labyrinth, Thyme must not only confront the shadowy forces that conspired to tear them apart but also decide: is the love he feels for two Metas a cruel echo, a fated reunion spanning lifetimes, or something far more complex? Can he reclaim a lost history, or will the very act of remembering shatter his present and all hope for a future?
Moonstar_rix · 3.3K Views

Duel of the Gaze

"His Eyes" Genre: Dark Fantasy | Thriller | Mystery | Hints of Romance|Psychology Author: Ninel nastasya Anna In a modern Korean city where nightfall drapes the streets in mist—hiding memories and truths—a shadowy figure reemerges: Asher. With eyes as red as a serpent’s, his gaze reveals that he is not entirely human. He has returned for one singular purpose—to seek out Luna. However, his path is obstructed by the lingering shadow of the past—Rein, who was once cherished by Luna... or so it was believed. One fateful night, as Luna stands by her window absorbing the cool night air, she catches sight of a figure below. In that fleeting moment, she believes she sees none other than Rein. But the truth is more complicated. A piercing question escapes her lips, “Are you not Rein?” For a split second, everything is suspended in time. Asher’s eyes, filled with an inner turmoil, betray his longing for Luna even as they remain shackled by remnants of a painful past. At his side, Rein’s cold, calculated presence serves as a constant reminder of what once was—and what might never be again. "His eyes sought her, but the past held him captive." In this tale, one man’s eyes are a quest for freedom, another’s a burning desire for revenge, and yet another conceals a secret that blurs the line between love and betrayal. Luna, caught in the midst of this emotional tempest, finds herself at the heart of a struggle where truth and deception are interwoven through every glance.
Oriniska · 2.6K Views

Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By Its Prince.

"Thank you. Well, now that I've managed to ruin breakfast," Lyra began, attempting a sheepish smile. "Apologies for that, by the way…" She tilted her head slightly, trying to come across as both remorseful and adorable. Elias didn't miss a beat. "Oh, you apologise in your world? I thought it was a foreign concept to you." Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Uh… am I missing something? Am I supposed to owe you any other apology aside from this?" She gestured dramatically at the battlefield formerly known as the breakfast table. "I guess we can consider bumping into a man while stark naked the norm in your world, then?" Lyra's jaw dropped in outrage, and she immediately slapped her palm to the table. "Bumping? You bumped into me! You were in the room without knocking!!! You wanted to see me naked!!!" "Oh, speak a little bit louder," he said in a low, venomously sarcastic tone. "I don't think the entire castle heard you. Please, by all means—broadcast to the staff, the kitchen, the stables—that you, an unmarried lady… yes?... were alone in a room with a bachelor. Oh wait, naked!" He leaned in with a smirk. "That's not the scandal of the century. So go on… speak even louder. Maybe the bards will write a song about it." Lyra narrowed her eyes at him. "You're an asshole," she said.  "You're a constipated… sad… pompous… asshole!!! You know that?" she shot back, rising to her feet. Thaddeus, who had quietly been trying to clean up the spill without being noticed, froze in place. How is it that anyone could speak to the prince this way? And get away with it. Even Lady Lirae, whom he was head over heels in love with wouldn't dare. "I wouldn't know…" Elias said, his lips twitching into a devilish smirk. "I have never peeked into an ass's hole before. Apparently, you have, seeing how you're being quite graphic. Tell me, Miss Lyra… what else did you find in there?" ***** Trapped in another world, where carriages are ridden instead of Ubers, Lily is apparently the doppelgänger of a missing/dead noblewoman. She meets the brooding, annoyingly handsome prince- Elias who is constantly amazed at how improper she is. But when Lyra finds out that Elias was on trial for the disappearance of her doppelganger. She is frightened into desperately finding a way out of the Cursed Terra Lucida. Elias offers her a deal, if she can pretend to be Lirae until he can find out what happened to her, then he would help her find her way back to her world. And so it begins, a fake engagement, a rushed wedding and the unravelling of a plot so evil, it would shake the entire Terra Lucida. WARNING; includes very sexy and steamy detailing.
JoyceOrtsen · 11.8K Views

Its Dream or Reality?

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."
Eon_173 · 439 Views
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