Asuka Monologue Evangelion

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

"No! No! No!" "Don't just leave her!" "Fuck!" "You could have saved her during your whole minute monologue!" "Fuck This Edgy MC!" "If I were you, I can do better!" ... "Why?" "Why did you just leave them all?" "But you saved the others... with interests though... for literal 'fuck' sake..." ... "I want to save." "In my life." "At least one." "One damsel in distress." ----------------- Cover is not mine. Here is the link of the cover: https://wallpapercave.com/korean-girls-realistic-anime-wallpapers Specifically: https://wallpapercave.com/wp/wp3993127.png

"Outer Heaven" The place where one can start a new life of Paradise. The world is suffering from a huge surge of suicides that are done in pursuit of a land called "Outer Heaven". According to a cult, if you place a brand on your arm and chant magic words, after dying you are transported to a new world of paradise. After losing his fiancé in a devastating catastrophe, Lucius, an arrogant man who had never known loss commits' suicide, transporting him to this new world. When he gets reincarnated as an Angel, he receives a strange system that Allows him to rival the god of Outer Heaven himself! But as he spends more and more time in this Sanguine Paradise he begins to question whether he truly has made it to heaven, and sets out on a journey to find the truth of this mysterious place. "Holder of the book of Revelations, the end times have come, what is your message of fate? Will you choose light or darkness?" "Quest completed!" "Access to the Evangelion system has been granted"

Renji Takahashi, a quiet and withdrawn first-year student, has always struggled to connect with others. While his social anxiety keeps him isolated, his talent for volleyball is undeniable. Renji's ability to read the flow of the game, combined with his exceptional defensive skills as a libero, makes him a hidden gem. Enter Asuka Fujisawa, the charismatic and caring manager of the Misaki High volleyball team. Determined to bring out Renji’s potential, Asuka pushes him to step out of his comfort zone — both on and off the court. As Renji opens up, he finds himself forming bonds with his teammates, developing newfound confidence, and discovering that the heart of volleyball isn’t just about skill — it’s about connection, trust, and passion

I was just a semi-depressed, chronically online teen with a tendency to monologue and a suspicious addiction to instant noodles… until I sneezed mid-teleport and shattered the laws of spacetime. Now? I’m enrolled in the most elite academy across dimensions, everyone thinks I’m a prodigy, and oh yeah…some ancient multiversal authority marked me as “Existential Threat Level: Cute but Dangerous.” Turns out I accidentally created something. Something I wasn’t supposed to. And now gods, memory assassins, and reality-policing librarians want my head or at least my brain. Preferably still warm. And the worst part? I don’t remember what I did. Every chapter unravels another lie. My classmates may not remember their own pasts… or mine. My best friend vanished, came back as a girl, and no one seems to notice. Our instructors keep disappearing. Shadows stalk the corridors. And there’s a talking Book that leaks cryptic poetry into my dreams. Also….I might be falling in love with too many people too fast, help. Welcome to Blackridge Academy, where magic meets glitchy memory protocols, trauma hides behind sarcasm, and the multiverse really needs therapy. Mystery. Madness. Hot girls. Broken timelines. Found family. And the longer I stay, the more I realize: I didn’t just break the system… I am the system glitch.

Asuka. A young girl with a strong will and kind heart wants to rid the world of pain and agony. But she is naive. She doesn't yet understand what it takes bring peace in this world of death and war. Will she be able to accept these struggles or will she crumble under the pressure. Some extra tags: FMC, No Harem, OP MC (not to the point where she doesn't struggle though), Small romance ***************************** So, this is my first ever novel. I hope I'm able to create an enjoyable experience for you all.

I'm also uploading this on royalroad under the profile https://www.royalroad.com/profile/751665 You know Truck-kun. The chrome-gleaming, destiny-delivering cosmic entity responsible for everyone else's glorious second chances in a fantasy world. Well, I am Truck-kun. Or, rather, I was. Turns out, being the universe's busiest reincarnation service comes with a mountain of cosmic paperwork, an aggressively cheerful HR department, and absolutely zero paid vacation. One catastrophic "System Overload" and an "Unplanned Recall" later, I, the professional harbinger of plot, found myself unexpectedly isekai'd. Not as an overpowered hero, mind you, but as "Leo": a squishy, bipedal human with a horrifyingly intact consciousness, a pulse (ugh), and a brand-new body that hurts when I think about it. My new "life" comes with a glaring, glitchy HUD. Apparently, I'm now a "MAJOR VILLAIN" with a primary directive to "CAUSE PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE." Problem is, my powers—which basically turn me into a walking, accidental demolition derby—have a nasty habit of doing the exact opposite of villainy. I try to make a dramatic entrance, I accidentally save a bus full of orphans. I attempt grand larceny, I accidentally organize a charity bake sale. My "Villainy Points" are currently a dismal negative, while my "Hero Affection" keeps alarmingly skyrocketing. To make matters worse, the universe’s most annoyingly enthusiastic rookie hero, Solar Seeker (Warning: Excessive Hair Gel Usage), keeps showing up, convinced I'm some kind of misunderstood anti-hero. And don't even get me started on the system that keeps demanding I "commit an atrocity to continue" while simultaneously offering "Tax Evasion" as a villainous act. Meanwhile, the original Truck-kun (me, from another cosmic timeline) is still out there, rampaging across dimensions, causing the very reality I'm stuck in to glitch. So now, I, a former god of vehicular homicide, am stuck trying to be a villain, constantly failing upwards into accidental heroism, all while avoiding HR, actual villains, and the existential dread of having feet. Join Leo – the reluctant, burnt-out villain who just wants to clock out – as he navigates a world that refuses to let him be evil, proving that sometimes, the most spectacular failures lead to the most annoying amount of XP. Get ready for: System errors, accidental good deeds, heroes with bad knees, and a lot of grumpy monologuing.

Reiji Kazama, a 17-year-old delinquent with bruised knuckles and a shattered heart, is known across Mishiro High for his short temper and constant brawls. He doesn’t trust adults, doesn’t care for grades, and his motto is: “The world hits first, so I hit back harder.” But one rainy afternoon, after another fight gone sideways, a woman offers him her umbrella and gently wipes the blood from his cheek. Her kindness is like a foreign language to him. He doesn’t realize she’s his new substitute homeroom teacher—Asuka Minazuki, 26, warm as sunlight, with a soft laugh and a five-year-old daughter named Yume who calls Reiji “Punch-kun.” Thrown into unexpected class dynamics, childish mischief, and late-night heart-to-hearts, Reiji finds himself falling for a woman who’s everything he isn’t—gentle, patient, and full of light. But Sensei has scars of her own. And loving someone like Reiji may bring more pain than peace. Can a boy who only knows how to fight… learn to protect what he loves?

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"

I died. Yeah, not in some grand battle or noble sacrifice—but by falling off a roller coaster. Next thing I know, I wake up in the body of a half-starved kid living in a moldy hut, with a so-called “legendary” physique that’s been nerfed by the heavens themselves. Surprise! I’m in a cultivation world now. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I hear it: [Ding! The Strongest Choice System has been bound to the host.] Great. A system. But instead of giving me power-ups, it hits me with choices—each one more ridiculous than the last. Option 1: Become the Protagonist. Get random plot armor, ancient legacies, fairy waifus… and a weekly assassination attempt. Option 2: Become the Villain. Cool monologues and evil laughs guaranteed. So is getting defeated by some random hero with gold fingers. Option 3: Walk away. Forge your own path. Stay under the radar, grow stronger in secret, and let all those walking clichés kill each other off. Guess which one I picked? Now, with the Innate Sacred Dao Fetus Physique, no fate, no drama, and no rules holding me back, I plan to live quietly, grow obscenely strong, and avoid trouble. ...Too bad this world doesn’t leave people like me alone for long. Watch out, cultivation world. Su Chen isn't playing by the script anymore.

As a gamer Asuka Ito has played many video and VR games. Though his favorite ones, and the ones with his account name at the top of the leader board are survival games. One day he gets invited to participate in a survival trial called The Zombie Games. Thinking it would be just another survival game he had played; he accepted the invitation and was transported to an island in the middle of nowhere. There he saw other participants just like himself. When the last participant arrived a voice then began. "In the world of The Zombie Games, zombies are real and they're dangerous. Your goal...Survive. Survive on the island for three months, and you will be given 50,000,000 dollars. This game is the survival of fittest. Good Luck!!" A battle to the death against the undead. With millions of dollars on the line, these teens will have to use all their cunning, strength, and luck to survive. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Celeste, a vampire CEO, is used to getting everything she wants — until she meets Miki Arata, an emotionally distant girl whose blood smells like the most addictive thing Celeste’s ever encountered. What begins as obsession turns into love, as Celeste tries everything to win Miki's attention: lavish gifts, sudden appearances, dramatic balcony monologues — but Miki keeps shutting her down. But the more time they spend together, the more Miki begins to soften — just as a powerful vampire, Marcus Dray, appears with a prophecy: kill the human a vampire loves to gain invincible immortality. When Miki is targeted, Celeste gives up everything — even her empire — to protect the girl who once called her "annoying." They flee to the countryside, fight back together, and choose peace over power. ---

Villain, hero or antagonist? What does the world which was once surrounded by the void have in store for Koku Kurayami? will Koku live a normal life, the life of the hero, or the life of a villain or some other lifestyle? what devastating powers will he obtain? what’ll happen in his journey? Well Koku being a child born into poverty, without the knowledge of the world or even his last name, he bears a tough life, childhood and future, the choices of his actions present where he ends up, but then others lurking behind the scenes do too. Some watch, some act, against or alongside Koku, who's journey is nothing but lengthy throughout all of the lands, and lands between. Where monsters, humans and other races are all against the other and the sparks of war dawn on the world, Koku travels becoming stronger, #### is one of the main concerns. Where did his blood origins originate from, are they traceable? Many truths, many lies all things you will see Koku face. Update: The chapters of VSW are being re-working aka adapting the older writing to the newer writing. Thank you readers for supporting VSW enjoy your reads! List of things being reworked and improved: Monster development Side characters Dialogue Monologues World building Story telling Attention to detail Mysteries/hidden lore Symbolism Genre balance Powers Arcs Re structure of writing format. Current re worked chapters: Chapter 7/79 (In order. chap 1-7 are re-made) (After each volume is finished a, 1 month break will be taken)

Shaun’s life was already in free-fall: fired from a suspiciously shady job, drowning his sorrows in questionable alcohol, and wrapping things up with a classic car crash. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided this wasn’t rock bottom—nope, Shaun was getting reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not even as a sidekick. Nope, Shaun wakes up as **Shaun** (no, not a typo)—a tragic background extra from a fantasy novel. You know, the kind of character whose job is to exist solely for pain, ridicule, and the occasional wallet-theft subplot. This Shaun? Father walked out. Mother ghosted him for a "better future." Property sharks, mobsters, and scam artists all sniffing around what little he owns. But hey, he somehow clawed his way into a prestigious academy! A chance at redemption, right? Wrong. Enter stage left: bullies. First, the villains make him a punching bag. Then the so-called *heroes* decide, "Yeah, let’s take turns too!" Normally, this poor soul would accept his fate, because that’s what he’s written to do. But reincarnated Shaun? He didn’t read that memo. He has… let’s say, *creative solutions* to his problems. Where the original Shaun took beatings with a grimace, this Shaun hands out payback with a cold smile and zero guilt. Bullies? Meet karma, wielded like a sledgehammer. But something’s off. The script’s changing. People are acting weird. They’re *recognizing* him, approaching him like they know secrets he hasn’t been briefed on. And that internal monologue habit he has? Turns out it’s not so internal anymore. A growing number of eavesdroppers think his sarcastic, third-person narration is… important. please do not leave any review both positive or negative until you have read first 20 chapter new chapter is uploaded daily monday to saturday I AM ALSO UPLOADING SAME SERIES ON ROYAL ROADS UNDER THE NAME VOIDLORD

To fall in love is to be selfish..i wish it was any different... t's always great to have someone that can never forget you..but having someone you can never forget is a curse..The hypocrisy of love.. This story was inspired by a short story by the same name from the author of Advent of three calamities.... enjoyed that short story and thought it was a shame the author never thought of expanding it NEVER STOPPED SMILING by [TH4TW31RD0] David has spent most of his life feeling like he's unraveling. With each doctor's visit and every sleepless night, his world shrinks around him, the possibilities narrowing until he feels like a shadow-always watching from the sidelines. He believes he's destined to disappear unnoticed, until he crosses paths with Amelia, a quiet, enigmatic girl who hides her own pain beneath layers of silence and distance In the world of a high school drama class, they're assigned as scene partners, and an unlikely connection begins to grow. Through shared rehearsals, hidden glances, and late-night conversations, David and Amelia discover a sanctuary in each other, a place where they can finally let their masks slip. From abandoned greenhouses to whispered monologues, they piece together a fragile hope, one that neither of them dared believe they deserved But as they learn to lean on each other, they're forced to confront the weight of the past and the fear of ar uncertain future. In a world that expects them to perform a version of themselves that feels false, David and Amelia must decide if they have the courage to live -and love-in the truth of who they really are Never stopped smiling is a hauntingly tender story about finding hope in unexpected places, facing thebeauty and chaos of life, and discovering that sometimes, the best parts of ourselves are hidden in the quietest spaces

After an untimely and embarrassingly clumsy death, Leo finds himself trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation—except there’s a catch. Instead of being reborn as a mighty hero or a prodigious genius, the universe keeps dumping him into random life forms. One moment he’s a majestic eagle soaring through the skies, the next he’s a confused squirrel getting chased by dogs. Then—boom—he’s a tree. Just… a tree. And don’t even get him started on the time he was a goldfish with a three-second memory. Armed with nothing but his snarky inner monologue and the fading memories of his past lives, Leo must navigate the absurdity of existence—one bizarre reincarnation at a time. Will he ever break free from this chaotic cycle? Or is he doomed to spend eternity as everything except what he actually wants to be?

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet he wishes I hold onto compassion. In his twisted form of madness, he has left me with no other choice. I shall let it fester until the day I make him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense. IG: o.c.e.a.n_quill

"Hi. I'm Akaash. I used to be a zombie. Now I'm a ghost. Still dead, just... cleaner." Death was supposed to be the end. For Akaash, it was just the next weird chapter. Once a brain-devouring undead prankster, Akaash has evolved - or devolved - into a ghost stuck somewhere between the living and the dead. He can float through walls, pull pranks on the unsuspecting, and monologue about how much he misses the taste of warm, squishy brains. But when he accidentally possesses the body of a dying human named Ravi and saves his life - kind of - Akaash finds himself wearing a stranger's skin with no idea how to give it back. Now posing as a medic in a ragtag band of survivors, Akaash must pretend to be human while unraveling a much bigger mystery: the Veil between worlds is thinning, ancient whispers are stirring, and ghosts like him are starting to vanish. Forever. With a mysterious spirit named Amara guiding him, a kid who sees too much, and a decaying world on the brink of a second apocalypse, Akaash must face the truth: He might be the only thing standing between oblivion and whatever comes after death. Funny, frightening, and full of soul (even if the main character doesn't technically have one), I Used to Eat Brains is a wildly original undead fantasy about identity, redemption, and the horrifying cost of being forgotten.

This is not a typical college romance. Story is told entirely through fragmented thoughts and real-time inner monologue. Between Her Words and Mine follows Sophie, an anxious transfer student who navigates dorm life, social overload, and her interactions with a magnetic new roommate she can’t stop noticing. There’s no narration. No exposition. Every moment unfolds as it happens—raw, awkward, and unfiltered. No one explains themselves. No one stands still long enough to be understood. Feelings surface through spirals, silences, and misread glances. It’s not about falling in love, alteast not at first. It’s about overthinking a touch, hiding a blush, and wondering whether she smiled at you, or you just imagined it. If you’ve ever panicked in a quiet room, this one’s for you.

Perhaps it were a simple misstep that led to this unfortunate encounter resulting in this completely unnecessary situation life decided to give him on a silver plater. Or maybe it was that misfortune found it's most favorite person in the entire planet and decided to bless him with the worst life had to offer. Blood in his hands and realizations occur to him. Things that a young self would cry and scream over and yell at the world for all his bad luck while he just sits there contemplating what to do next. Stuck inside his head since there wasn't much to do in such a small cell. Monologues describing illusion from reality and vica versa with a hint of dry humor if you squint. Admittedly, Dream was the worst but he could get used to this. _______________________________________________ The 9 months with Dream in prison. In which Tommy develops a friend-enemy type of relationship with the masked man. Or: How a kind, expressive and most importantly loyal Tommy turned into a cruel, seemingly emotionless and worst of all, backstabbing Henry. Let's pray the worst is yet to come.

MC: Rika (Femele Fujoshi in Omega Male Body) Original Life: Day job: Overworked, underpaid office assistant in a publishing firm, usually stuck fixing the copy machine or ghost-editing erotica for lazy male authors. Night job: Secret identity as @BL4geddon, a popular underground smut manga artist, known for her disturbingly accurate depictions of alpha×alpha energy. Constantly broke, so she’s forced to take boring editing jobs during the day—and draw d** jokes and breathy uke whimpers* at night. Now in the novel? Accidentally possessing Riven Zhaeris: A too-beautiful-for-this-world omega who smells like heat and sugar and says the most obscene things without knowing it. Doesn’t even try to be seductive—she’s just constantly commentating like a dirty-minded fangirl, and the alphas are slowly unraveling. Fujoshi Chaos Aura: Constantly draws yaoi doujins, makes A×A comments out loud, and thinks she's being subtle while literally eye-f**king every dramatic moment she witnesses.She still thinks like a woman—so her inner monologue is all about “these hot boys being dumb tsundere lovebirds.” But everyone else sees a smirking, seductive omega who leans in during heated conversations, tilts his head just so, and "moans" softly while sketching. This contrast between inner chaos gremlin and outer unintentional siren is what kills the alphas.

They called him a monster. A mistake. A mind beyond saving. Until the war came. Now the killer wears a uniform, his blade baptized by state orders and national pride. For the same hands that once strangled in shadows now serve the flag in broad daylight. He kills. He protects. He obeys. And the applause rings louder than the screams ever did. But how can the same act be sin in one world, and salvation in another? As bodies pile and silence grows heavy, the question gnaws at him like rot beneath the skin. What is good? What is evil? And who decides? Told through fractured memories, visceral monologues, and a mind unraveling at the edges, Sanctified by Sin is a descent into the soul of a man sculpted by violence—now seeking truth in a world that only understands blood. In the end, he won't ask for forgiveness. He’ll demand answers.

Después del "Big Bang", trece mil setecientos ochenta y siete millones de años para ser exactos, Maxwell, se ubica en uno de los planetas del sistema solar que habitan seres vivos, más conocido como el planeta Tierra, donde vivía en Helsinki una vida común y corriente hasta que el día [?] despierta sin conciencia, con ropa inusual, con una vista desconcertada del mundo que cree, "conocía", "animales" o criaturas extrañas que nunca había visto antes y... ¿Algo... pegado a su corazón? Algo que no conocía, una sustancia negra, algo que se sentía fuera de lugar. Eso, que le provocaba la sensación de incertidumbre a Max, era el principio de la secuencia de sucesos que iban a marcar la historia de nuevas hazañas. Inspiraciones: Berserk, Evangelion, Jujutsu Kaisen, HxH, Latna Saga, Demonic Evolution, Tokyo Ghoul, ¡entre muchos más!

He had been an introvert his whole life. Then at eighteen, he died trying to save his ex and her sister from an oncoming truck—ironically, while he himself was secretly running away to start a new life. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an antique-styled wooden house. It turned out he had been reincarnated as a helpless baby. It didn’t take long for him to accept the truth—there was nothing he could do about this. So this time, he vowed to live differently. His new parents named him Seren. Determined not to become an introvert again, Seren set his sights on making friends, experiencing the joys he missed in his past life. But this new world was anything but ordinary. Magic, mana, dungeons, monsters, wars, deaths, miracles, and mysteries—everything existed here, both wondrous and cruel. The people spoke in tongues unknown to him, countless languages shaping civilizations beyond imagination. Dungeons held ancient secrets, wars left scars on history, and the strong ruled over the weak without mercy. And the more the mysteries unfolded, the more misery followed. Again and again, his world was turned upside down. His existence began to feel as insignificant as an ant’s… Yet, he knew one thing. Miracles happen. And he was one of them. NOTE: Ilaria didn't do anything with the other guy at the 7-eleven store. She still loved the protagonist and they will be reunited in other world when protagonist is know as Seren. Asuka too will reunite with him. Evelyn will also reunite with him and he would eventually become the Emperor and marry them all and have other wife also around a million wives in total he would have. Because of his ability to appear in many places at once he would be able to make them all happy and all of them will have many boy and girls born and live eternally after seren turns the world into heaven. Seren would revive all his friends who died helping him. He would make portals to human would enjoy being a God and help humans of real world. He would ultimately attain love for the real God and and also extend himself and serve God eternally as his friend and servant. So he eternally makes his million wives and millions of kids happy meanwhile eternally making real God Krishna happy so he also is made happy by blessing of krishna, eternally. he revives everyone chances timelines and makes sure that he gave everyone happy forevers and in return he is also made happy by their company eternally.

Poetry and Lyrics all in one. A collection of internal monologues and whimsical thoughts. Sex and Sadness. Love and Loneliness. Read along. Sing along. Find a few that you love.

Step into the silent world of a cat whose thoughts are anything but quiet. From the gentle thump of soft paws on a cushion to the comforting crackle of a fireplace, follow the inner monologue of a feline navigating a new home, a curious little girl, and the mysteries of human affection. This tender, humorous, and insightful journey captures the wonder of life from a cat's perspective—one quiet step at a time.

En un mundo donde la magia ha sido casi olvidada, Akira Hoshino es un joven que, en apariencia, lleva una vida común y sin sobresaltos. Estudiante de una academia, su vida da un giro inesperado cuando una organización secreta comienza a acecharlo. Esta organización, con la ambiciosa intención de crear el asesino de guerras perfecto, ha identificado a Akira para llevar a cabo sus oscuros planes. Lo que Akira no sabe es que, en su interior, yace un poder ancestral que ha estado sellado durante generaciones. Su linaje, desconocido para él, es el último vestigio de una magia olvidada, un poder capaz de alterar el curso de la historia. Desde pequeño, Akira ha vivido sin saber de su conexión con la magia, ignorante de que su destino está marcado por fuerzas mucho más grandes que él.

The GAME that ruled the world. Is the grass always greener on the other side? Let me broaden your horizon. _________________________________ Not your typical vmmorpg, no system, no smut, no harem, no villain monologuing and no face slapping (well maybe one or two lol). It will start off as very slow and picks up later on. I do apologize in advance as it might not cater to all the readers but this is something different. This is something special. Kindly comment accordingly so adjustments could be made. Please support my first novel. Any form of support is much appreciated. Thank you in advance and let our journey begin! https://www.royalroad.com/profile/663447/fictions patreon.com/iamjoshcrocs