Jerma Warioware Voice Crack

Following the tragic death of her beloved Kai, Elara becomes fixated on preserving the memory of his voice, a task that leads her down a rabbit hole of old recordings and forgotten moments. But as she delves deeper, she uncovers a hidden secret within Kai's past, forcing her to question everything she thought she knew about the man she loved and the true meaning of his voice.

"If you step off a ledge, gravity pulls you down. It’s not personal." The stairwell was silent except for their voices—sharp, clipped, barely above a whisper. She was still arguing. Still trying to explain. "That’s not lying—" He wasn’t listening. His expression never changed—calm, unreadable, but his fingers twitched. A subtle movement, barely noticeable, but a sign. The only sign. Then, he moved. It wasn’t a shove. It wasn’t frantic. There was no anger in it—just a quiet, calculated decision. Vee’s foot missed the step. The realization hit her too late—her hands shot out, reaching for something, anything—but he had already accounted for that. His grip met hers for just a second, but not to save her. To let go. The moment stretched, like time itself resisted what was happening. Then, her body broke through the air. A sharp, gasping scream—cut off before it could finish. A sickening, solid crack as her skull met the concrete below. And then, silence. The world didn’t process it fast enough. But he didn’t even look down. He turned. Adjusted his sleeve. Then, he looked up. And I was there.

Beneath the sky, kingdoms rise and fall. Beneath the earth, no such fate exists—only chains, only suffering. Deep below Orinith’s golden spires, where the weight of stone and silence crushes all, a world festers in darkness. Here, names are stripped away, freedom is a myth, and the air itself is thick with despair. No one escapes. No one dares to dream. Yet, among the broken, something stirs. A boy, born into suffering. A secret, buried beneath blood and dust. A power, waiting to awaken. When the first crack forms in the unbreakable chains, the world above will tremble. But not all who rise from the depths seek salvation. Some carry the darkness with them. In the shadows of Orinith, a storm is coming. And when it breaks, nothing will remain the same.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

Lyla Knight thought she knew her husband, the enigmatic and stoic Noah Anderson—CEO of a billion-dollar empire and the golden bachelor of City A. Their marriage was a quiet agreement, a union arranged by their families to ensure Lyla's safety and happiness. For two years, Noah was away expanding his business, and Lyla pursued her dream of becoming a singer, believing they were just two polite strangers bound by a contract. But appearances can be deceiving. Noah Anderson, the king of the business world, has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beneath his calm demeanor lies an obsession—a love so deep that he’s been silently protecting his innocent "little rabbit" from the shadows. When he finally returns, his carefully constructed facade begins to crack. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs one day, his voice a mix of pleading and determination, “I let them think I didn’t love you enough to show you off. But now, can we go public? Let me slap their faces with the truth.” Even the king of hell is willing to make puppy eyes to convince his wife to acknowledge him as her husband—a sight that leaves his assistant Cheng fleeing the office in shock. But Lyla’s world is truly shaken when she stumbles into Noah’s private library and finds a hidden treasure trove: old, secretly taken photos of herself from years before they were married. Her heart pounds as she backs away, only to collide with the man himself. His familiar scent surrounds her as his deep, velvety voice whispers near her ear, “It has always been you, sweetheart.” Caught between the shy, gentlemanly facade she believed in and the possessive, passionate man he truly is, Lyla must navigate the truth about her husband and their secret marriage.

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.

At dawn. The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows... A lantern bearer strolled forward.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

Ivan is the golden boy of his high school—blessed with a voice that captivates crowds, a talent for art, and a secret knack for poetry. But when he hears Tracy sing, a quiet Senior One girl with a melody that unravels him, his world tilts. She’s reserved, her voice a hidden gem, and he’s smitten—stealing glances, sketching her in secret, writing love poems he’s too scared to share. Popularity be damned, he finally makes his move, and their voices blend in a harmony he never knew he needed. For five years, they’re a duet—singing under mango trees, sharing whispered verses, building a love as tender as it is fierce. But Tracy’s insecurities simmer beneath her quiet exterior. When Ivan’s star keeps rising, she starts to fade, confiding in someone who doesn’t outshine her. A misunderstanding tears them apart, leaving Ivan with a broken heart and a notebook full of unsent poems. Can love’s melody survive the silence? Her Voice, My Verse is a poignant tale of first love, hidden doubts, and the songs we sing to keep each other close.

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.

I stared at the shimmering stream, my vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. My chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. I whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. I let out a bitter hiss, hugging my arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. I scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached me, settling deep in my heart. I sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, as if he saw straight through me. Ignoring my words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." My breath hitched. My heart stilled. I blinked up at him, stunned. Shit. I hissed under my breath, looking away. What the hell was I supposed to do with that.. information? *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.

*Synopsis:* Gu Shengsheng, a young woman betrayed by her boyfriend and step-sister, is rescued by Mo Qingcheng, a wealthy and mysterious stranger, on a stormy night. He proposes a marriage deal to her, promising to help her get revenge on those who wronged her. Despite initial reservations, Gu Shengsheng agrees to marry Mo Qingcheng, and they begin a complex and intense relationship. As Gu Shengsheng navigates her new life as Mo Qingcheng's wife, she must confront her past traumas and learn to trust her husband. Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng's true intentions and motivations remain unclear, adding to the tension and suspense. Cover solely owned by the author

"Love isn't about keeping score, It's chemistry that makes hearts soar. When two souls click just like magnets do, Trust's the glue that sees love through. Passion's spark plus respect's flame, Minus ego games - that's the winning equation."

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there. Then, the sky cracked open. A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive. People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this: [Limitless Weapon Mastery] "Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential." No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill? But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth: It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

First off it is a world of confusion and controversies into the night will get you hooked for the girls please do not cry or be scared while reading this novel as for the strong men that have the courage stay tanky do not crack if not i will ghost you in the comments session the mc is overpowered but he broke the seal which hides the realm of beasts and human from each other is not like he was using force he was playing around he is a kid just 4 years and i hear the seal is divine the mc is a reincarnation of the werewolf god and he is not the only god reincarnated spoiler alert thsi novel will be legendary if you have the funds you can help me for the mahuwa just kidding sincerely your time will not be wasted our mc has no chill

In Mochorome, there is a man with peas in his face. He walks around aimlessly, and talks to those he knows, those he doesn't. He explores the perfect world he lives in, which houses no cracks, bruises, mold, or damage.

This story is about a guy just after becoming successfully in life early on fell through a dimensional crack to another word where he now has to survive. Without magic himself he has to battle against magical creatures in while surviving alone in a magic forest. Now I'm on Patreon please support for continuation. Want more exclusive content and early releases? Join me on Patreon at patreon.com/Writing_when_bored

THIS IS A WORLD OF DANGER . THE DAY WHEN REALITY CHANGED . IT STARTED AFTER A CRACK APPEARED ON EARTH AND MANA STARTED TO LEAK FROM IT . IT LED TO THE CREATION OF DUNGEONS AND SUPERHUMANS KNOWN AS "HUNTERS"

Everyone has a unique talent waiting to be revealed to the world. Some are born with it, while others spend a lifetime developing it. But in rare cases, there are those who choose to hide their gift, as if exposing themselves is more terrifying than failure itself. Alex Rose is the kind of person who could be considered a promising talent in the prime of her youth. Blessed with a captivating voice and impressive musical abilities, some might even say her talent could conquer any stage. However, her social anxiety makes it completely impossible for her to perform in front of an audience. The only way she can truly express herself is by wearing a mask—a refuge that shields her from judgment and gives her the courage to sing without restraint. Now, as she prepares to enter the prestigious Great Legacy Talents School, Alex faces the greatest challenge of her life: surviving in an environment where shining is not a choice but an expectation. As she struggles to remain unnoticed, her undeniable talent threatens to surface, and the mask that once offered her solace may soon become a source of curiosity and suspicion.

"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

Some people enter your life like a whisper. Others crash into it like a storm. Aarav never thought much about fate-until the night he met Atlas. One moment, he was just a college student dealing with family expectations. The next, he was pulling a mysterious man out of trouble, only to realize Atlas wasn't just a stranger. He was a secret waiting to unfold. Atlas has always known how to disappear, how to stay unnoticed. But when a reckless choice leads him to Aarav, his carefully built world starts to crack. Aarav is everything he shouldn't get close to-kind, persistent, and dangerously warm.

Ezra Alden wakes up to a life that should be his—but something is wrong. His memories are fractured, his thoughts tangled with whispers that do not belong to him. Three voices. Three versions of himself. The Lost Soul—cold, calculating, always watching. The Jester—unhinged, unpredictable, reveling in chaos. And Ezra himself, clinging to control as the lines between them blur. But the deeper he searches for the truth, the less he recognizes himself. The past is a puzzle with missing pieces, and the more he tries to put them together, the more the cracks in his mind begin to spread. If the voices are just fragments of him… Then who was he before he shattered?

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?

The entire world was peaceful until one day, a crack in the sky brought upon the end of peace. From its dark chasm, monsters from the otherworld poured out. These monsters had one singular goal: Destroy the world. Treating the inhabitants like livestock, these powerful invaders killed and massacred as they went. Damien, whose parents were from two of the most powerful races - the angel and vampire race - seeks to avenge his slaughtered parents and with the power of the two races and the ability to devour the abilities of creatures he kills, He will.... ERADICATE ALL MONSTERS!

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

In the towering city of New Haven, where corporate giants cast long shadows over a tech-driven world, 17-year-old Alex Mercer’s life unravels in an instant. The son of MercerTech’s CEO, Alex is used to luxury but not the secrets his parents guard. When they begin acting cagey—whispering about “the project”—and then vanish without a trace, Alex is left with questions and a hidden data chip. Before he can crack its code, he’s kidnapped by ruthless operatives desperate to seize his family’s revolutionary AI, Valor—a creation that could reshape humanity’s future. In a world where trust is a luxury and technology a weapon, Alex’s valor will define the line between salvation and ruin.

Shirley investigates the world and solves mysteries everywhere. She questions the suspects, examines the clues, follows every lead she has, and stops the person or persons behind the case when she cracks the case. Later, she teams up with a girl named Diane Walker, who helps her solve cases.

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?