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Self Control Love Live

Control+Alt+Delusion

In the city of Neon Mirage, where the neon lights never dim and the corporations own your soul, I, Ryker Bale, was just another corporate drone at NeuroTech Dynamics—until I got fired. Not for incompetence, mind you, but because of a little brain implant called the CogniSync Processor. Supposed to make me a data-crunching god, but instead? It started showing me things. Glitching reality, lines of code floating at the edges of my vision like some twisted developer’s notes on my life. Now, jobless, broke, and questioning reality itself, I find myself tangled in a web of cyber-gangs, underground syndicates, and corporate conspiracies. Between shootouts, high-speed chases, and cryptic messages hidden in the very fabric of the city, I’m realizing something disturbing: my brain implant isn’t just malfunctioning—it’s showing me something I was never supposed to see. Wait—this is all wrong. This isn’t how it happens. It’s not how I remember it. Something’s glitching, again. The implant... it’s telling me what to say. This isn’t the story. It’s not even close. Forget all of that. The city, the implants, Skaya, Danny—none of it matters. What matters is how I’m going to fix this mess. How I’ll tear apart the reality they’ve shoved me into. And if I survive long enough to even find out what’s real. Because—and this is important—nothing in my brain is ever what it seems. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. Survival.
Ryker_Bale · 6.5K Views

New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live

In a world of constant competition, one man aims for the top. In this new genre VRMMORPG, he plans on becoming the strongest at all costs. The classes, the races, the starting zones, everything is a mystery in 'New Eden'. This game is coming out without a shred of details. The only thing that was promoted was the freedom of skill choosing. Our protagonist Alexander, gamer tag Astaroth, has always dreamt of becoming an E-Sports athlete. His parents supported his dream, but they are no longer of this world. He fully intends on making it in this new game, if not for him, then at least to honor their memory. With no idea how he wants to play his character, Alexander chooses the most mysterious starting race. Will this be his road to success or his downfall? The game assistant certainly thought the latter. "Do as you wish, young adventurer. I only wish to add this. Do not come back with complaints when you realize you have made the wrong choice," the elf said, looking at him with clear hatred. "We will see about that," Alexander flatly replied. "I love challenges," he added. "Very well!" the elf harrumphed. "Have the adventure of your lifetime, as short as it will last," he sarcastically added. Ahead of him lies an uncertain path, filled with trials and hardships. But one thing is clear in his eyes. He will become the strongest player in the game, even if he must step over mountains of corpses to do so. Over are his days of working hard for nothing, it's make or break now! I now have a discord where you can talk with other readers and me. There are also channels to discuss new weapons; characters; classes; or monsters that you might want to design and see incorporated in the story. I will always give credit to the person that created said thing, rest assured. The link is https://discord.gg/68kPqbSFrN
Galanar · 4.9M Views

Unimaginable love: I really can't live without you.

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT INSIDE THIS NOVEL. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE, DON'T READ THIS ONE. ELSE, YOU'RE AT YOUR OWN RISK.] She was a simple girl with unimaginable dreams although she has always been looked down upon by the people around her. She emerged from a middle-class family, she lost her mother as a toddler which compelled her father to remarry. Some years after the marriage, Mr. Fazer died, he left the young little girl with her siblings and a stepmother... Annabel was forced to provide for the family since what her father left for them wasn't enough to take care of the family. She often finds herself in adversity that left her in a dilemma. ********* Months later, She met a dying lad on the roadside who was ambushed by his rivals and was left there to die. Annabel froze at the spot when she saw the dying lad covered in cold blood. After she regained herself, she scurried over to help the young man, people who saw the scenario helped her and they took him to the hospital. ********* a year later (scene 1) She was sad, hurt, and depressed. She was a mess and was in her most vulnerable state. "Young Lady, why are you sitting alone in the dark? Don't you know it's unsafe for you?" Derrick Markham said. "What difference would it make? Is it not better to die or be taken advantage of by a stranger than someone close to you?" Annabel said. "I don't know where you're driving at but it's not safe for you to be out here." "Where do you live, let me take you home.?" Derrick inquired "Why do you ask, did they send you here?" She asked. She gulped down the beer she was holding. Most of the beer spilled on her dress, only a few went in. "Well, I will have to sit here with you, if you're unwilling to go home right now." Derrick Markham said and sat close to her. "Hey! what are you doing? Go! get lost!" "I'm not leaving you here." He firmly said "And why is that?" She queried "Because there are many wolves out there waiting for the right opportunity to devour you." He said "And why do you care? you don't know me. What would you benefit from this gesture?" she inquired. "You don't need to know someone before helping them." He said. ********* (scene 2) She was comfortably lying down half-naked on a cozy bed covered with a quilt. The morning sun rays forced their way into the room through the curtain openings and woke her up. "OMG! what happened here?" "Where am I? whose house is this?" "And how did I spend the night here?" She kept asking herself these questions without getting any answers in return... Just then the door was pushed open by a man with a tray in his hands that contains different dishes... She has a conflicted look on her face...
Christiana03 · 78.4K Views

The Art of Control and Manipulation

In the shadows of the ancient Vast Forest, where whispers of power and temptation weave through the trees, two souls—Veer and Zara—find themselves on a journey that will test the limits of desire, control, and the very fabric of their reality. Nestled in the heart of Uttarakhand, Rudrapur is a bustling city where the allure of the affluent Upper Districts, the ambition of the working-class Middle Districts, and the untamed mystique of the Lower Districts collide. At the city's edge, the Vast Forest looms—a place of mystery, legend, and dark enchantment. As tales of strange creatures and supernatural forces swirl in the air, Veer, a young man born into a family of wealth and influence, feels a powerful pull toward the forest's depths. Beneath the surface of his perfect life, something stirs—something that calls him into the darkness. In this world, where power is not only measured in wealth but in manipulation, Veer is about to confront his greatest challenge yet: Zara. Beautiful, enigmatic, and impossibly alluring, Zara is no ordinary human. Her mesmerizing presence hides a deadly secret—she possesses the ability to manipulate emotions and desires with a mere glance or touch. Her seduction is more than physical; it's a dangerous game of control, where every action she takes serves a deeper, more calculated purpose. But Zara is not alone. Her mentor, the mysterious and powerful Seraphina—a humanoid creature with her own agenda—has taught her the art of seduction and manipulation, making Zara a force to be reckoned with. As Veer delves deeper into the secrets of his family, the forest, and his own heart, he becomes entwined in a web of love, lust, and power. Zara, both a guide and a manipulator, leads him through the tangled emotions of their relationship, pushing him to question his own desires and motivations. In a world where every action has consequences, Veer must decide whether to embrace or resist the seductive power Zara holds over him, while navigating the treacherous world of his family’s business, secrets, and betrayals. Amidst the raw beauty of the forest, the intrigue of Rudrapur's elite, and the looming threat of the supernatural, Veer will be forced to make choices that will shape his destiny. Will he succumb to the temptation of power, or will he rise above the manipulative forces pulling at his heart? In this game of seduction and control, every decision matters. And in the battle for power, only the strongest will survive.
Danish_Ahmad_Khan · 7.4K Views

self-references engine

PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
author_3 · 3.1K Views
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