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The Path Beyond Script

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.
Verax_author · 3.4K Views

How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
SizzlingCoal · 1.1K Views

MAFIA'S PREY. sell your soul Sera

> “You changed your name, your face, and even your soul... but you can’t run from blood,” Lucian whispered, pressing the barrel of his gun to her chest. “You’re still a Valente.” Sera met his gaze, unflinching. “And you’re still a monster. Let’s dance, devil.” ---- Sera Valente, daughter of a fallen mafia boss, has lived in hiding for the past ten years after witnessing her family’s massacre by a rival syndicate. She’s been living a quiet life under a new name, attending university, and pretending the past never happened. But when her uncle is found dead in a suspicious car explosion, Sera is pulled back into the world she tried so hard to escape. Enter Lucian Moretti, the cold and ruthless heir to the powerful Moretti Mafia family—one of the key players suspected in her family's downfall. But Lucian has secrets of his own. He knows things about Sera’s past that could shatter everything she believes about the night her family died. When Sera is forced into a marriage alliance with Lucian to prevent a mafia war, sparks fly—both deadly and seductive. She plans to kill him after getting close enough. He plans to control her... but neither is prepared for the dangerous attraction growing between them, or the truth that will unravel everything. As alliances shift, betrayals multiply, and blood debts come due, Sera must decide: can she destroy the man who might have saved her life—or fall for the one person she was raised to hate? --------
Rejoice_Happiness · 1.2K Views

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Her fingers shook,not from weakness. From the need to control something. Anything. Me. "I want them all dead," she whispered into my shoulder. "Every. Last. One." I wrapped my arms around her. Let her tremble. Not because I cared. But because this was where empires were born: not on thrones, but in broken chambers and whispered grief. "It's already begun," I said into her hair. She looked up at me,those green eyes glassy with heat and hatred. "You'll kill them for me?" "No," I said. "I'll kill them for *us*." She kissed me like a drowning woman. No ceremony. No coyness. Just hunger and rage tangled into something that barely felt human. And I gave her what she needed,not love, not comfort, but the illusion of control. That's what sex is. A chess move with sweat. We collapsed onto her bed like monarchs of ashes. Her grief was my weapon. My whispers were her gospel. And somewhere, beneath all the heat and hatred, she forgot that her son had screamed. I didn't. Later, when the candlelight dimmed and she finally fell asleep beside me,arm thrown over my chest like a claim,I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in my mind. Her son's death wasn't clean. It wasn't meant to be. It was a ritual. One sacrifice to awaken a world not yet ready. I opened my HUD. [Narrative Skill: Cinematic Reflexes - Passive Trigger: PLANNED COMBAT SCENE- EXECUTED PERFECTLY] [Event Branching Complete: Historical Rewrite Unlocked] [Villain Proximity Rising: The Scriptorian watches your edits.] Good. Let him watch. The Director's Cut could hide behind his twisted timelines all he wanted,this was my spinoff now.
Nà_thaniel · 7K Views

HOW TO RECOVER BACK STOLEN CRYPTOCURRENCY

My name is Viktoriya, and I’m from Russia. I’m here to share a story I never imagined I’d tell. It’s a story of trust, betrayal, heartache, and finally — hope. It’s about how I was scammed by an online fake investment platform, nearly lost my marriage, and how Autopsy Mainnet Recovery saved me from losing everything I held dear. Like many others, I was always looking for ways to improve my life. As a mother, a wife, and someone trying to secure a future for my family, I found myself searching for opportunities to make our life better. That’s when I came across an online investment platform that promised huge returns. The website looked professional, the testimonials seemed genuine, and the offers were too good to ignore. The excitement of possibly changing my life was overwhelming. It felt like the chance I had been waiting for. I spoke with the so-called “investment advisors” who reassured me at every step. They were persuasive, calm, and made me feel confident. They showed me charts, explained strategies, and before I knew it, I had invested almost everything I had — savings, retirement funds, even money I had set aside for my children’s future. It was a huge risk, but I thought it was worth it. Little did I know, I was walking straight into a trap. Over the next few weeks, everything seemed fine. My investment appeared to be growing. The platform’s updates were regular, and they made me believe that my money was safe. But one day, everything changed. I woke up to find that the platform was completely gone — no contact, no way to access my account. The website disappeared overnight, leaving nothing but a cold void where my hopes had been. I was devastated. But that wasn’t even the worst part. I was too ashamed to tell my husband, too embarrassed to admit what I had done. He had trusted me, and now I had betrayed that trust. The tension between us grew. We argued constantly. My husband became distant, and I could feel our relationship slowly crumbling. I felt like I had ruined everything — my marriage, my future, and my children’s security. I cried every night. I lost sleep, my health started to deteriorate, and I couldn’t stop blaming myself for being so foolish. I didn’t know how to fix things. It felt like I was suffocating. That’s when a friend told me about Autopsy Mainnet Recovery. At first, I was skeptical. How could anyone help me after everything was gone? But I was desperate. I had nothing to lose. I contacted them, and from the moment I spoke with their team, I felt a glimmer of hope. They listened to my story without judgment. They understood my pain. They reassured me that I wasn’t alone and that they would do everything in their power to help me recover what I had lost. Their team quickly started working on tracing the funds, using advanced techniques to track where my money had gone. Within weeks, they recovered a significant portion of my lost investment. The relief I felt was indescribable. It wasn’t just the money — it was the weight that had been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time in months, I felt like I had a future again. Autopsy Mainnet Recovery not only helped me reclaim my funds, but they also gave me the chance to rebuild my life and my marriage. I can never thank them enough. Autopsy Mainnet Recovery are the best at what they do. If you’ve been in a similar situation — if you’ve lost hope — please reach out to them. They can help you too. You don’t have to lose everything. WhatsApp: ‪‪+44 758 601 9698‬‬ Website: ‪autmainrec.com‬ Email: [ Autopsymainnetrecovery@autopsy.co.site ]
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