Guts Voice

Nach drei Jahren Ehe mit einer untreuen Frau wird der Multimilliardär aus seinem Haus vertrieben! Nach der Scheidung... Seine untreue Ex-Frau kommt und bittet um Vergebung, während sie sagt: "Ich hatte Unrecht, bitte gib mir noch eine Chance!" Währenddessen bittet seine ehemalige Schwiegermutter: "Bitte sei mein Schwiegersohn, ich werde deine Wäsche waschen, deine Mahlzeiten zubereiten und dich gut bedienen!" "Es ist zu spät, um zu bereuen..."

Ethan Smith ging die leere Straße entlang, die Zigarette im Mund, schüttelte den Kopf und zwang sich zu einem bitteren Lächeln. Wer hätte sich vorstellen können, dass nach drei Jahren Ehe nur noch Verrat übrig war? Er schwor sich, diese Frau bereuen zu lassen, was sie getan hatte, und versprach, allen, die gut zu ihm gewesen waren, ein gutes Leben zu ermöglichen. Ja, es war Emily Taylor, die Frau, die ihm über den Abgrund der Verzweiflung hinweggeholfen hatte, als er am tiefsten Punkt seines Lebens angelangt war. "Emily, es wird Zeit, dass ich mich um dich kümmere."

That guy was my friend's boyfriend. After they fought, he came home and said he wanted my opinion. What exactly made his girlfriend change? I, who didn't have a bad feeling at all, put him in the house. Then he killed me! That bastard stabbed me multiple times with a kitchen knife and killed me. Even though he knew tomorrow was my wedding day. How sad. A death that made me curse all efforts. But, what could I do? I thought I was dead. I did. Because at that moment I didn't feel any air in my lungs. Because everything went dark. I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful ceiling with crystal chandeliers. Are there hospitals like this? I'm sure that even if the apartment I lived in was sold, I wouldn't be able to buy that crystal chandelier! "She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" I turned my head and saw an old woman running while screaming. I'm alive? Really? But who is Eleonora? I'm Cristy! I don't understand anything yet. Not a single thing. People started introducing themselves as my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé. But I knew that none of them were telling the truth! Their smiling faces were terrifying masks. My gut screamed at me to run away. And I knew that my gut never lied!

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

David Marsh's carefree existence was disrupted when the shocking news of his classmate's attempted suicide reverberated through the school halls. As he struggled to comprehend the turmoil that had driven his classmate to such desperation, a mysterious voice echoed within David's mind. The voice, friendly and benevolent, harbored no sinister intent. Instead, it extended an unexpected request which was to pay a visit to the paranormal hospital where his classmate had been left alone.

-Op Mc? Yes! -Daughter? Yes! -Multiple worlds? Yes! -Vast Lore? Yes! -Fastpace? Yes! ... "You either Die a Villain or Live long enough to see yourself as a Hero." ~Probably Spark --------------------------------------- Spark, the lofty young master of the Dwight family, had always been a mystery. His true abilities were never known until the day he stepped onto the frontlines. In one awe-inspiring exhibition of power, Spark shocked the world and sent the coalition army of the five emperors into a chaotic retreat. Now, with the eyes of the world on him, each faction lusted to uncover the secrets behind his unparalleled strength. Still, in spite of the rampant curiosity and greed, nobody had the guts to confront him directly. And with every rumor spread of his feats, a question burned in every mind: was Spark this powerful all this time, or was he casting an illusion of strength before everybody's eyes?

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?

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

In the court, Naveah waited for her boyfriend’s arrival to marry her. Instead she received a message with his lame excuse. Dumped by James, cheated on, ridiculed by him on social media, Naveah swears revenge. Naveah vows to marry the first rich looking guy she would encounter on her way out. Seeing a luxurious vehicle outside, she breaks the windshield and waits. “Oops! I don’t have money to pay, but I can pay back by warming your bed.” Nolan was amused by her guts, lifting her chin and offering her something else. “Marry me and we are even!”

Lucas transmigrated to a parallel world and found himself participating in a talent show called "THE IDOL VOICE". But here's the problem he's tone deaf . All the audience and judges thought that lucas would perform miserably ,even he himself thought so until he heard a cold mechanical voice in his head [DING!!! system binding 10%....] he couldn't hold his exitment! Pfft, hahaha, I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold back my laughter. It's my first time performing.

"Stay with me."She requested. "To the eternity Princess." His soft but deep voice embraced her loneliness.

In the mystical realm of Aethereia, where magic and ancient secrets abound, a young woman named Lyra discovers that she is the key to unlocking an ancient prophecy. As she embarks on a perilous journey to unravel the mystery of her destiny, she becomes entangled in a forbidden romance with a mysterious sorcerer named Kael. Together, they must navigate treacherous landscapes, battle dark forces, and confront the secrets of their pasts.

A divine system voice in people's thoughts caused the ruin of contemporary society. The creatures had appeared all throughout the earth, ushering humans into a new era. The period in which only the strong will survive! The period during which defenseless, weak ones are trampled! Leo had lived in such a world for five years before dying in an demonic horde. As he descended from the clouds, the same angelic voice echoed in his consciousness. [Host Leonard Wright is nearing the end of his life.] [Reborn successful…]

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

Bai Ching is a student at one of the prestigious schools he see's everything to be boring including his studies no matter what grade he gets it's boring one day he hears a voice in his head,"achievement unlocked most bored person ever transmigration in progress." Then suddenly from the same voice,"transmigration failed,survive in the dark abyss untill the system is repaired." that was the last words he heard before being faced with a battlefield full of the strongest monters.Join Sam in his journey that finally interests him

Infected with some sort of Parasite, Paris is a student in college that has struggled with voices in the back of his head. For as long as he's been alive, has dealt with them until someone comes along to help get rid of the voices. Lena and Leon are dealt with the task of helping Paris get his life fixed or end it. Unsure what to do or how to do it, they travel with Paris to Chicago in hopes of finding help from a god, only one from great Norse Mythology.

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.

There is a guilding voice that has been leading and directing Onyedikachi Ibinike into trials and tribulations to forge him into the hero that Wazobia needs . Will he accept it or throw it away. the choice is his.

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

I’ve spent three years serving the cold and ruthless Alexander Hawke. Fifty million dollars was promised for my obedience, but at what cost? The closer I get to freedom, the more I realize how entangled my fate is with his—and with a shadowy force I can’t escape. Just when I think I’m free, a stranger appears in my life. Nathaniel Blackwood claims he’s been with me all along, and the voice I thought was my conscience? It’s his. Now I’m caught between two men—one who holds the key to my past and the other who threatens to destroy my future. Alexander says he wants to make amends, but how can I trust him after all he’s done? Nathaniel promises to help me unravel the truth, but I can’t shake the feeling that he's hiding something. Who can I believe when my life is built on lies? And when the stakes are higher than I ever imagined, who will pay the price for my escape? Will I choose the man who’s owned me, or the stranger who claims he always has? Secrets, betrayal, and the heart-wrenching truth await—what will Alexander find when everything is laid bare?

In the era of world evolution, myths and legends of supernatural beings begin resurfacing. People awaken abilities related to their beliefs and cultures. Many compete to survive, some to dominate and those that exist to destroy. Who arises from the corpses of millions, Who will stand to rule or be among those that rule, who shall leave a mark in this era of chaos and destruction?

Meiganon She was an assassin in her previous life; while on a mission, she died as a result of an ambush; she thought it was the last of her, but she was abruptly awakened and had an additional weird voice in her brain. The voice eventually revealed itself to be a system, and it was the one who restored her; he warned her that it has a task for her, and if she refuses to complete it, she will die again. Well, what's the mission? Bring it on, Meiganon told the system, knowing she isn't one to back down from a mission.

In a world torn apart by endless wars and oppressive empires, the protagonist, Zeron, is a walking weapon, the result of a forbidden fusion ritual that combines the most destructive bloodlines ever known—those of the Hanma family and Guts. Zeron is a perfect blend of the raw power and cold calculation of every Hanma who has ever lived, with the unyielding will and traumatic past of Guts. His body is capable of feats of impossible strength and agility, but his soul is a battlefield of its own, twisted by the scars of violence and betrayal. Zeron's power is not just physical—it's the ability to adapt and evolve in combat, akin to the protagonist of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, learning and growing stronger with every encounter, every fight.

"Was it worth it?" An ethereal voice sounded in the mind of the young man that was floating in the starry river. This youth has a white long hair and eyebrows that made him look unfettered. However, a hint of sorrow can be felt on his tranquil face. It makes one feel lonely. "I've finally reached the summit of the world. I am now an Immortal." As the young man freely let himself be carried by the currents of time, he looked back to his life that was full of sacrifices and tragedies. "Was it worth it?" The Immortal young man repeated the question of the ethereal voice as tears fell down on his serene closed eyes. "Oh, Heaven." The Immortal's voice sounded in his mind. "If I am an Immortal then, why can't I go back time?" "Oh, child." The ethereal voice replied. "There is no such thing as going back time. The world only revolves forward. Time itself is only a concept; to put description to the events, to the happenings, to the certainties.." "..even I, the Heaven itself, do not have this kind of omnipotent power. As after all, it does not exist." The Immortal let out a mouthful of air full of indignant feeling as he opened his eyes that looked like the sun and moon. "I understand that being Immortal is a lonely path, Heaven. Yet, despite prepared, how I wish I did not pursue this after all." "However, you are here already." The ethereal voice responded. "You are not alone, child. You have me to accompany you for the rest of the infinity." Hearing the ethereal voice response, the Immortal only let out a sigh as he mentioned, "Maybe I'm just tired of living, Heaven." "I will bid good night for now." The Immortal's eyes closed once more as he quietly fell back to sleep. "Sweet dreams, Immortal." Seeing this, the Heaven did not stop the Immortal from going back to sleep as its final voice faded.

"Though your heart maybe misled and your mind confused, never ever deny your gut the truth!" ************ Olivia Thornrow, heiress to the throne of Adrelyne, has been preparing all her life along with her nine other sisters for the day of the Harvest; a dreadful hour in all human history in which a blue blooded shall be chosen as a sacrifice to keep peace between the human and mystique lands. But when she is chosen as not just a sacrifice, but more as a wife for the Fae King, she must let not just wisdom, but faith and courage as well to guide her path in all her endeavors before the night of the black moon or else risk the entire world plunge into enternal darkness.

Upon being bestowed various powers and abilities by an unknown voice, the entirety of the human race is tasked with choosing 10 people , one among of which will be crowned the "King Of Men".

And the voice said, "You shall become a Slayer" Update frequency: 1ch/w. Background isn't mine, if your the author just drop down a review if you want it removed. Other than that enjoy the novel

Ever pondered what chaos would ensue if Guts from Berserk stumbled into a "Slice of Life" anime? Or if Solo Leveling unfolded in a medieval landscape, complete with knights and courtly intrigue? How about the most divine irony: God reincarnated as a lowly slave? Welcome to a novel born from the depths of my most twisted and outrageous imaginings. It's a journey that spares no punches and offers little comfort to the faint-hearted or easily offended. But hey, if you're here for the ride, buckle up. To set expectations: I am not the literary offspring of J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter) or Arthur Conan Doyle (Sherlock Holmes). This tale may be somewhat unrefined, sprinkled with typos and moments of grammatical rebellion. Yet, what it lacks in polished finesse, it delivers in unrestrained absurdity and wild, unpredictable fun.