Crimzon Ruze Voice

Quelle quantité immense doit représenter la richesse d'une famille transmise pendant cinq mille ans ? Parfois, vous ne saurez jamais à quel point votre famille est réellement riche jusqu'à ce que vous poussiez un peu vos parents ! Ce n'est qu'après avoir hérité de la fortune cinq fois millénaire de sa famille que Zhang Menglong s'est rendu compte que la joie des riches est si simple. Président de banque, "Monsieur Zhang, s'il vous plaît, je vous supplie de déposer votre argent dans notre banque, et vous pouvez fixer le taux d'intérêt !" Fils de la plus grande famille riche de Huaxia, "Le monde entier appartient-il à votre famille ou quoi?" L'homme le plus riche du monde, "Je me sens comme un pauvre homme!" Famille royale européenne, "Monsieur Zhang, avez-vous une petite amie ? Si vous n’en avez pas, cela vous dérangerait-il d’en trouver une ? Sinon, cela vous dérangerait-il d’en avoir une de plus ? Que pensez-vous de la princesse de notre pays ?" Plus tard, Zhang Menglong a découvert que l'université que ses parents lui avaient laissée était la chose la plus impressionnante. En fait, être doyen s'est avéré encore plus réjouissant qu'être l'homme le plus riche du monde !

Wie groß muss der Reichtum einer Familie sein, die seit fünftausend Jahren vererbt wird? Manchmal weiß man erst dann, wie reich die eigene Familie wirklich ist, wenn man seine Eltern ein wenig unter Druck setzt! Erst nachdem er das fünftausendjährige Vermögen seiner Familie geerbt hatte, erkannte Zhang Menglong, dass die Freude der Reichen so einfach ist. Der Bankpräsident: "Herr Zhang, bitte, ich bitte Sie, Ihr Geld bei unserer Bank anzulegen, und Sie können den Zinssatz bestimmen!" Huaxias oberster Reicher der zweiten Generation: "Gehört Ihrer Familie die ganze Welt oder was?" Der reichste Mensch der Welt: "Ich fühle mich wie ein armer Mann!" Europäisches Königshaus: "Herr Zhang, fehlt Ihnen eine Freundin? Wenn ja, würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, eine zu finden? Wenn nicht, hätten Sie dann noch eine? Was halten Sie von der Prinzessin unseres Landes?" Später fand Zhang Menglong heraus, dass das College, das seine Eltern ihm hinterlassen hatten, das Beeindruckendste war. Dekan zu sein, war sogar noch schöner, als der reichste Mensch der Welt zu sein!

Humanity's end came without warning when a crimson fog swallowed the sky. Zhao, an ordinary man, watched in horror as a celestial voice declared their fate: their Planet had reached its limit, and its people would now atone for their sins. An otherworldly force crushed resistance, and in an instant, every human was teleported to the Central Land, a vast and hostile realm. The voice from the heavens promised trials that would shatter their wills, but also power beyond imagination for the fortunate. Only those blessed by luck would awaken unique Lord Talents, granting them the means to survive and dominate: In a world where strength lies supreme Zhao will do whatever it takes to get stronger. Zhao awoke in an isolated area near a forest. As despair set in, a voice echoed in his mind: Ding… Million Times Multiplier System has been activated. Just as the rest of the players had known of the world Zhou's subjects were clearing out every resource. When others were building their base he had built a kingdom. And by the time they knew of his threat, HE HAD ALRDY BECOME GOD!

After transmigration, Lin Yue could hear a voice whispering in his ear every day, sharing all sorts of secrets with him. Small matters like the thoughts of the girl next door, to great mysteries like the secrets of the heavens, the voice persisted daily, broadcasting randomly. He originally wanted to live an unremarkable life, but in this world of Xianxia dynasties where mortals are considered as insignificant as weeds, the fate of an ordinary man without power is no longer in his own hands. Thus, he had no choice but to stop being 'just a person'. 'Your Majesty the Empress, you wouldn't want your secret of treason to be revealed by others, right?'

How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

She doesn’t tell her truth outright,she weaves it into stories. Stories of girls who love too hard, trust too soon, and break too easily. But hidden beneath every word is a secret she’s never dared to speak. In a world that never listened, she found her voice in the only way she knew how—through fiction. But will anyone hear her before it’s too late?"

For three grueling years, Lia served as a dutiful servant to the cold, arrogant billionaire Adrian Blackwell, enduring his cruelty and dismissiveness. Her only solace was the mysterious voice that guided her—a voice promising her a staggering reward of $50 million if she obeyed every one of Adrian’s commands. On the final day, as the clock struck midnight, Lia’s sacrifice was rewarded. The money was hers, tax-free, as promised. Without looking back, she vanished, determined to start a new life. But Adrian couldn’t let her go. For reasons even he couldn’t explain, her absence left a void he couldn’t ignore. When their paths crossed again, he demanded she return to him, only to discover someone unexpected in her life—a suave, enigmatic man who claimed to be her lover. The twist? Lia had no recollection of him, yet his voice was eerily familiar. Caught between a man who mistreated her but now seeks redemption, and another whose existence defies logic, Lia is drawn into a whirlwind of secrets, love, and betrayal. As she pieces together the truth, Lia discovers that the voice guiding her may have been far more than it seemed—and the stakes of her choice might go beyond money, love, or even life itself.

"Long ago, the Cursed Supreme , Zorthaal was sealed away, his soul bound to a newborn child—Layron. He was meant to die, but a warrior saved him. Years later, weak and ridiculed, Layron longs for strength. That’s when he hears the voice—a whisper of power and revenge. Zorthaal has been waiting, and with every desperate wish, the seal weakens. Now, hunted by the Protectors and manipulated by the darkness within, Layron faces a choice: resist the voice or become the monster fate intended. Because once the seal breaks—Zorthaal will return.

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

Because of the incident, my life changed completely. I never thought that in an instant, I would lose everything. Family, friends, and even the man that I loved. But I met a man which I did not expect to love him. He is the mysterious one, cold as ice, introvert, and anti-social, but he caught my attention. But the way his voice sounds or the words he speaks makes me think that I met someone like him before. Curiosity kills me inside. Was he a part of my past? Have I met him before? But I didn’t expect that one day, I would fall for him. Can we bring back our past or remain strangers?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

"Adira Jordan, a young woman mourning the loss of her father, is plagued with the feeling of being watched and hears ominous voices that threaten her life. She finds herself drawn to her extended family, whom she has never met before, in the hopes of finding answers and protection. Desperate to find a solution, Adira must overcome her fear of abandonment and trust her unknown relatives to fight the mysterious forces trying to harm her."

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

Unruly gods Caelum, Lucius, and Riven were banished to the mortal world for raging countless wars in the immortal realm. For a thousand years, their immortal souls wandered aimlessly. Until a young boy heard their voices.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

" No matter the amount of power you have you can't get rid of the bond we have Bambi" Michael said in a trunting voice he walked towards me placing his hand gently on my chin, I raised my head haughty to met his eye " watch me get rid of it" my voice came out raspy not having the effect I wanted, he smirk with amusement than shrug his broad shoulders than turn back and left with the speed of lightening. ehhhh Michael fucking Raven I spit out in anger. While the elder and everyone in my coven treats me with respect he treats me like a child they fear me while I amaze him , the call me Kathrine he calls me Bambi.

In the mysterious land of Drakhenholt, a realm inhabited by vampires and other supernatural beings, an ancient prophecy speaks of a person with an extraordinary voice—one so beautiful that it can end the endless battle of Vampires and Werewolves . For centuries, the rulers of Drakhenholt have searched tirelessly for this individual, hoping to harness their gift and turn the tide in their eternal battles. Elysia, an orphan raised in a secluded monastery, has always felt different but never understood why. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she rescues an injured woman, Morwenna, who turns out to be a powerful witch with vampire ancestry. As Morwenna heals in Elysia's care, she senses something unusual about the young woman—the scent of her blood is unlike anything she has ever encountered. As Elysia embarks on a journey to uncover her true identity, she finds herself caught in a war between factions of vampires—some who wish to protect her, and others who see her as a threat. At the center of it all is the enigmatic Ancient Vampire King Draegon, who has been waiting centuries for his fated mate—the one whose voice can either save or destroy their world. Note: Dear Readers, First and foremost, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story! Your support means the world to me as I venture into this journey of storytelling. But here’s the thing—I want you to be a part of the creative process. Your thoughts, your opinions, and your suggestions can help shape this story into something even greater. After all, you’re the ones experiencing it, and who better to guide me than the very readers I’m writing for? So, I encourage you to share your thoughts after every chapter. Tell me what you loved, what intrigued you, or what you felt could be improved. Don't be shy! Your honest feedback is invaluable, whether it’s a simple suggestion or a deep dive into what works or doesn’t. Every opinion is a stepping stone toward making this story even better! Criticize, suggest, and be heard. Let’s make this a collaborative journey where we can grow together. Who knows? Your comment might even inspire the next twist or turn in the plot! Thank you for being here, and I can’t wait to hear what you think! With gratitude, Ethermyth23

"I know who you are" the voice said behind Emily and Dominic. They froze on the spot. The voice wasn't familiar. They had just finished drafting our plans for their new contract, and it was getting late, so they decided to round up. They were heading towards the car park when they heard the voice. When they turned, it was only a shadow they could see. "Who are you?" Emily said slowly approaching the figure but was held back by Dominic. "You might get hurt" Dominic was angry and concerned at the same time. "I will make sure I haunt you and take everything that's precious to you as you took from me" the voice said before disappearing into the darkness. Emily, CEO of E&S Foundation, the adopted daughter of Elizabeth Johnson, who is one of the richest women in Europe. Emily was loved by Elizabeth even though she had her own kids. She had a reason to love and care for her, it was because of the guilt she felt after killing her parents in an accident fifteen years ago and was also threatened to take care of her. Dominic was a CEO from another company. Dominic and Emily met when the two companies had to sign a contract. Their chemistry was undeniable and each of them had secrets they couldn't tell each other. Chaos, blood spills, and truths begin to unfold. What will be the fate of Emily and Dominic and everything they've built? No one knows who is the master behind the chaos. Who is the master? And what truth would be unfolded?

For having broken the sacred rule, the God of Light, Luminous, is reincarnated into a world flooded with monsters and beings that should not even exist. And what exactly is the Voice of the Void?

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As the doctor left, Sucy lay back in bed, feeling overwhelmed. Yoongi broke the silence, his voice low. "So, we're going to have our child." The silence that followed was deafening, and Yoongi asked, "Why are you not saying anything?" Sucy finally spoke, her voice shaking. "You don't want to be with me, or you don't want us to create a family?" Yoongi's face turned hard, and he asked again, "Wait, you don't want a child?" Sucy's response was immediate, her voice firm. "I don't want a child. All I want is to be with you for now. My mom would kill me; she wants me to get married and have kids, not sleep with my boss and get pregnant." She cried bitterly, her words pouring out in a rush. "I was sent on a blind date, but you turned me down, even though I didn't like you. I had to work for you to make you pay for what you did to me before, but then I ended up falling for you." Yoongi's face turned cold, his voice hard. "Wait, you don't like me? So, you used me? I didn't turn anyone down. You were the first girl I ever liked. So, you're going to abort the child?" Sucy's tears fell in a rush as she spoke, her voice shaking. "I liked you, but I had to abort whatever is in my belly right now." Yoongi's expression turned menacing, his voice low and threatening. "You know what? I hate you now. You're not killing my baby. I don't care what you do after you give birth to my child; you could do anything with your life. I will send the doctor to check on you every day, and some of my guards. If I ever find out you abort the child, I will kill you." As Yoongi walked out of the room, Sucy cried, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry." She rubbed her tummy, her tears falling in a rush. "I'm sorry for all this, baby. I am sorry for not allowing you see your father and your mother. I am sorry again for allowing you to hear your parent argue about you for knowing about you for the first time .i am sorry love"she weeps bitterly

Clara's breath caught in her throat as Ethan loomed over her, his presence dominating the small space. She could smell his cologne, a heady blend of spice and masculinity that made her head spin. "Ethan," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "We shouldn't..."

What is knowledge? Is it power or a sin? Is it a burden or a blessing? What if faith and ignorance? What is the truth hidden beneath reality? If knowledge has a price, is it worth paying? This was the question thrown at Matthew as he set on to find the truth behind the disappearance of his mother. As he went on the journey to find the truth he heard whispers from the Abyss. A voice that mirrored his own spoke in a hush voice, [The Abyss has been shattered, The Lord has fallen as you have been chosen. When worlds collide. The Lord shall rise once again.] A story woven by the people, given life by the world, spread across the Universe and finally manifested in a different one. This is the story of a Lord of the Abyss.

Hu Li Hua, a 22nd-century botanist, suddenly finds herself stranded in the world of the novel she just finished reading. Damn it! She’s destined to be cannon fodder who dies at the very beginning of the story?! No! She refuses! Her family, who doesn’t love her, is doomed to die one by one as cannon fodder for the female and male protagonists? Fine! Let them be! She’ll escape with her mother and enjoy the story from afar. Huh? But why has her family suddenly started loving her? What about the Green Tea Girl they always adored? “Miss Hu, can we get married and have a few adorable children?” In the middle of the night, a seductive man’s voice whispered softly in her ear. “What?! Marriage and kids?! No, I don’t want that! I just want to be a salted fish and enjoy my lazy life!” Little did Hu Li Hua know, not only was her Melon-Eating System shaking the Imperial Court, but… her inner thoughts could also be heard by others! Can Hu Li Hua escape her fate as cannon fodder? And can the handsome man win Hu Li Hua’s heart? (Note: “eating melon” is slang for gossiping.)

** Warning!?! MATURE CONTENT!!!** " What will I do with you wife ?, you always know how to defy me " came his hoarse voice , his hot breath on her neck made her toes curl in passion. " I will do wicked things to you and tame you the only way I know how " he warned , yet his voice sounding sexy at the same time. .

On his deathbed, Yun Guo accepts an enigmatic voice’s offer of a second chance, sacrificing his sight to rewrite his fate. Awakening in a mysterious new world instead of his past, Yun must navigate its dangers blind, guided only by instinct and a cryptic voice. Tasked with restoring balance to the realm, he embarks on a perilous quest tied to an ancient artifact and secrets of his own soul. In this world of light and shadow, Yun must confront his past, forge new paths, and discover whether redemption is truly possible—or if he’s been led into darkness.