Baki Cries

[Inspired by Real Life Story] For those beautiful hearts , who cried hard only to become stone later. She stood alone in the silence , the echoes of past still haunt her. Love always seemed to run far away from her, slipping from her fingers like sand in the wind. And then , briefly , there was him -the one who made her believe in love .That seemed to be happy ever after but she was wrong , it was just a fleeting moment. Another came , promising of forever, only to break her heart again. Her heart is shattered in million pieces , the question lingers- Will she ever be able to believe in love again? Or she will just turn into petrified soul.

There was breaking news in Beijing. “Master Qiao’s wife for twelve years ran away! Without taking her son with her!” Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said that Master Qiao was two-faced with a cold attitude which led to an unhappy marriage. Others said his wife got together with another man. And a few said, their son was too ugly. One day, the little boy found Ye Jiaqi and cried,” Qiqi, daddy says I was bought from a pet shop.” “How can you buy such a gorgeous son from the pet shop,” Ye Jiaqi replied, “You were obviously won… From a lottery.” … Twenty years ago, he had spoiled her to the heavens. Twenty years later, he spoiled both of them to the heavens and back. And from then on, Master Qiao had only one person in his heart.

He was named but never needed as a second son. A crown next to a shadow. Silently, a thread left hanging. He then touched a feeling that wasn't his own. And something that was supposed to be forgotten was remembered by the world. For a hope she had lost, a girl cried. A brother's suppressed grief surfaced. Threads were pulled. Lives were rewound. The echoes are stirring now. And tales that have been encased in myth start to seep out. Auren is not a magician. He disentangles fate. A single emotion at a time.

Karma planned a birthday trip—but woke up in a town full of killers. His friends are missing. There's no way out. Now, survival isn’t just about living—it’s about finding the ones he lost before this world breaks him too.

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.

All Xenia wanted was a diploma, a perfect cap-and-gown photo, and maybe a few tears from her professors. But just after the shutter clicked—splat—blood on her face, and the dean turned into a zombie. So much for becoming a teacher. Now, instead of lesson plans, she’s dodging corpses and getting side-eyed by a team of grizzled survivors who think she’s useless. She can’t fight, she cries under pressure, and her idea of combat training was walking fast through campus when the lights flickered. But Xenia refuses to be a liability. Armed with nothing but textbooks, sarcasm, and a survival streak powered by sheer spite, she reinvents her role: the strategist, the planner, the brainiac behind the brawn. She’ll decode the outbreak, fortify hideouts, and maybe—just maybe—make apocalypse life slightly less awful. She didn’t train for this. She didn’t want this. But if knowledge is power? Then Xenia’s about to turn her GPA into a weaponized survival plan.

[18+] Shen Yanyue shared a steamy night with her unrequited love, Lu Beichen, a.k.a. the 2nd prince. They would eventually married, but would her love be reciprocated, or would the one night and union break them further apart? Was there a deeper meaning that connected their fates? Whose cries did she hear in her dreams? And how should she deal with the hot mess on her bed, while finding herself entangled in a revenge plot that began their story?

All of humanity—billions of souls—were forcibly transported into 《Global Lord》, a merciless game-world where each person becomes a Lord and must fight to survive. Most cried. Most begged. Most died. But Lucas Nightveil was different. A war mongrel with a thirst for carnage, Lucas thrived in blood and madness. While others struggled to build wooden huts and gather firewood, Lucas awakened the [Dark Crypt]—and with it, her. Selena Draculea, the Vampire Queen. Elegant. Overpowering. Sadistic. And above all—loyal only to her King. While the rest of the world was still learning how to train peasants, Lucas was already unleashing Death Knights, Blood Moon Archers, and Shadow Banshees from his evolving Lair. With Selena by his side, he painted the lands crimson with the blood of Lords, monsters, and gods alike. He didn’t want peace. He didn’t want justice. He only wanted war. “In the night, there is no mercy—only my will.” — Lucas Nightveil As his Night Empire rises, the world learns one eternal command: "Bow to the Vampire Queen. Or be devoured by her King." cover made by: Shyrlo

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

Giselle has always been a simple girl who loves life. Growing up sick and ill, she longed for a life in which she could experience it. But death was a soulmate she didn't want to have. In a life in which she wanted to enjoy more she found herself in the hands of death. The darkness and pain enveloping her as she died in the hands of the man she fell in love with. " Im s-" Before she left the world under the moonlight, she heard someone cried for her. In her blurry vision, a young man died alongside with her. Who was he? Why did he cried? What did he say? Waking up in the same estate she grew up with, she notice she turned back back before her death. Realizing she was given a second chance, she lived her life while avoiding death. But that man, who was he? Giselle wanted to meet him and know who he was, yet in another life she searched for nothing. In her searching, she found herself surrounded by mysteries and deaths, betrayals from people she wasn't expecting, the pain of life. In the chain of times, how will she ever break free? Will Giselle find a way to live this life, or will she has to face her death again?

Gabriel never wanted to be the one people depended on. The last hope. The hero. He was just a kid trying to find his place in the world, constantly living in his father’s shadow. A brilliant scientist, but a distant father. Gabriel already had enough on his plate: bullies, a fractured family, and a city slowly swallowing itself whole. But as his life began to unravel, it happened..the accident that changed everything, awakening something inside him: superpowers. As his abilities began to surface and the pressure mounted, the city’s problems didn’t fade; they escalated. Crime, corruption, and chaos were everywhere. The people were drowning, struggling to keep a float, clinging to whatever hope they could find. And in their cries, they begged for a saviour, someone to pull them from the abyss. But in a city like this, nothing comes easy. Power always comes at a cost. And the debt this city demands? It never stops collecting. When Gabriel uncovers secrets buried close to home, and the true source of his power, he’s forced to choose: step into the light and become the hero the city needs, or fall into the same darkness that consumed his father. Dragonblade: A New Dawn is a gritty urban fantasy superhero origin story, packed with betrayal, street crime, family tension, and a powerful awakening. If you're a fan of Miles Morales, Black Panther, Static Shock, or Invincible, this is the series for you.

Prologue “I hate you, so much Alessandro, please just let me go” Bella cried while pounding his chest with her hands. Alessandro just smirked at her little attempt. He lowered himself until he could feel the fear from her breath. Rosa Mia you can hate me all you want it doesn’t affect me anyway but one thing you get straight it you can never escape me. I’m never letting you go, you belong to me.” Bella’s eyes widened, she cried struggling against his huge frame, little did she know. She was waking up his dead heart. But what would happen when she finds out she was just a substitute to his first love? And when time revealed who she really was? Would love prevail? Or will it consume them?

The sky fractures like brittle glass, and the stars—those cold, distant sentinels—are swallowed whole by a darkness I cannot name. I hear the echoes of voices long silenced, their cries stretching across eternity. I feel the weight of something far beyond me, pressing down, shaping my steps, guiding my hand to a fate I do not yet understand. But I know, deep in my bones, that this is not a fate I can escape. I am a pawn in a game played by gods, pieces moved across a board older than time. Perhaps I was always meant to be this—a harbinger, a vessel, a sacrifice. I do not know who I was before. I do not know if I was ever given a choice. And yet, they expect me to choose. To build or to destroy. To save or to end. To hold onto the fragile strings of a world I do not remember, or to sever them and let it all collapse. They tell me I have power. They tell me I am at the center of it all. But what is power to a puppet? What is choice when every path leads to ruin? The people I meet, the ones who take my hand, who call me friend, who look at me with trust and hope—I wonder, when the final moment comes, will they curse my name? Will they see the truth of what I am, or will I hide it from them until the very end? I do not know which is the greater cruelty. I dream of an answer. Of a different path. But the vision never changes. The world will burn. And I will be the one to set it alight.

In a world teetering on the edge of oblivion, the sky once whispered peace—until it shattered. When the unknown stirs, and silence carries the weight of forgotten cries, fate begins to move. A child not born of this time... A kingdom lost before its story could begin... And a darkness that watches, waiting for hope to breathe. This is not a tale of heroes. It is the unraveling of memory, eternity, and a truth buried beneath the void. Will you follow the light—or lose yourself in what remains in darkness?

Elara was a high school student the one everyone adored although she smiles and act normal she suffers a pain deep inside .Behind closed doors, Elara cried helplessly with no one to lean on to, her bed and pillow were soaked with tears, she couldn't get up because she felt tired and exhausted of the whole world outside . In the dark all alone she tries to find the light, that will shine her whole world again, soon that life would be fine, that will help her with her broken heart, but what is that light?, who is that light? that will make her smile again. That heart did not break on it's own there is a reason for that heart break, and it will be unwrap one by one this is going to be a story, a love story that will end a tragic one, creating a permanent memory for those who witness it or are involved. In a few years or more, Elara's family will realize that love was not merely an Emotions but a chance to choose each other daily, and Elara's was genuine and pure, they should have supported it and allowed it, but they did not which lead to a tragic ending

"Let me go, please I beg you" lisa cried helplessly, in front of her were bulky boys. The leader among them looked at the pitifull girl with beautiful eyes "baby stop resisting you will enjoy it" said with a devilish smile. with that he made a move and Lisa felt sharp pain on her lower body and fainted. One after another they tortured her. She was only 20. She will never forget them and wanted to take revenge yet died in their arms. When she opened her eyes she was floating in the air near her body. Those four men were in the midest of disposing her body.... Lisa cried at the scene in front of her. Her body is burning in fire. After a while she was pulled back by force into endless darkness. When she opened her eyes again she felt a familiar soft bed. she looked at her surrounding and was in shock this was her home. In a daze she went in to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror... She truly came back back to two years ago when she lived happly with her family and when she was not kidnapped by those rich beasts. "Good very Good" lisa cried and laughed like crazy. "Wait for my revenge" this is the story about revenge but who is this man always lingering in front of FL.

Ryo suddenly found himself in the Naruto world—specifically, as Tsunade's assistant. Drowning under a pile of endless tasks, he could only shout in exasperation, "Where's Shizune when you need her?!" But errands were soon the least of his worries. To his horror, Ryo realized he'd reincarnated a year before Pain’s devastating attack on Konoha. "How the hell am I supposed to survive this?!" he cried in despair. Just as panic set in, a bright blue screen appeared before him. [Greetings! I am the Futa System! No need to fear Pain—I shall grant you the power to survive!] Ryo blinked skeptically. "Uh, how exactly?" The system’s response was quick and cheerful: [By engaging in intimate interactions with the futas of this world, of course! Every woman is a futa in this world!]

Beneath the surface of loyalty lies betrayal. In the shadows of silence echo the cries of the innocent. The Lethal Stories is not just a tale - it's a mirror to the darkest corners of human nature. Gruesome deaths, shattered trusts, and the unraveling of reality await. This journey will not comfort you. It will challenge you. It will change the way you see the world. So be prepared!!!

He married someone else the night she lost their baby. Now she’s gone—without a word, without a trace. Damien chose peace over chaos, silence over fire. But when Evelyn disappears after a single goodbye, he realizes too late: She was the only war he ever wanted to fight. Now she's starting over in a town where no one knows her name. But healing doesn't come easy when every memory burns. When fate brings them back together, will ashes still hold the shape of love?

“That is the throne meant for the Deathless Phoenix. Do you want to be pummeled to death?” One of the spectators cried out in panic as Simon moved towards the golden throne. “This useless son of mine, do you want to put us in trouble? Move away from there!” His mother commanded. He ignored them, took his seat, and with a slight tap on the armrest, the throne floated into the sky. With a resounding voice, he bellowed, “I am the Deathless Phoenix!” “Y-you? How can that be?” His mother’s face paled. — A thousand years ago, a terrible war broke out in the upper world. Betrayed by one of his people, Simon lost part of his memories and strength. Forced to retreat, he had no choice but to descend into the lower world and assume the identity of a nobody, to slowly regain his powers in order to avenge himself. He is ridiculed by his parents and sister who are unaware of his real identity. But now, the greatest monarch shall rise again. The Deathless Phoenix— Simon Wang!

Cries and sobs echoed all around, and he sat alone in a corner, silently weeping. Today, he had lost his only support—his mother. From childhood till now, she had been his whole world. His father had passed away before he was even born. The relatives had long turned their backs, and now only the neighbors were there, offering him condolences. But some pains are too deep for words to heal. He wasn’t just carrying his mother’s coffin on his shoulders—he was burying his entire world.

Live what you want, and wish for what you desire, but don’t forget to put a limit to your wishes... for a day might come when they come true in a way you never dreamed of, and then you’ll realize how foolish you were. I was one of those few obsessed with video games, living among screens, and dreaming of being part of the digital worlds I used to drown in for hours. I didn’t want to be the noble hero who cries like a child at the first loss, or the one who carries slogans of justice while barely being able to protect himself. No, I wanted to be the villain—the one who imposes his presence, the earth shakes under his feet, and possesses a power greater than the hero of the game himself. On a cursed day, I didn’t wake up in my bed as usual, but inside one of the games I used to love obsessively. Everything was familiar, from the towering cities to the characters whose dialogues I had memorized by heart... but there was a problem, a problem I hadn’t expected—I didn’t incarnate in the body of that legendary villain I imagined, but in the body of the character I hated the most... the hero of the game, “Kyle Estoright.” Now, stuck in this role I always mocked, surrounded by the enemies I always wished to be one of, I realized a truth I had never thought about: maybe heroes have a reason that makes them fight, and maybe villains weren’t as grand as I had imagined... or maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just a “game.”

Ivy being an eldest always has to make sacrifices to her younger sibiling. at first she do so happily and readily later, for helping her parents, always taken for granted, tired gradually.... she wanted to break free from vicious cycle. Devasted from utter failure she got, cried and transmigrated to new world. Let's see what adventure she would go through? will she overcome her trauma in this new life? will she be able to overcome her fear along as well\? Get ready to enjoy the epic journey of Ivy turning tyrant and smashing things along! ~Araaki

Cris just wanted to sleep in on a Sunday… but woke up in a magical world with a glitched system, ridiculous quests, and a shop selling “emotionally balanced” rocks. With no memory of how he got there and surrounded by weird people, mystical monsters, and possibly a witch grandma, he must survive, figure out where the heck he is — and try not to blow anything up (again). Oh, and the system insists he’s a “Category ??? Alchemy Hero” with 0 charisma points. Fantastic!

I still remember her name... But to me, she’ll always be Satsuki. We laughed. She cried. And one day, she stopped coming to school. Was it just regret? Or something more?

#Femaleontop#R18 #Midevil #Warriors#Romantic #SimpHusband#HopelessRomantic#Reincarnation#EnergeticWife#BDSM Rachel Wells is an outgoing College gal who strives to live her 20s to the max. While studying historical concepts, she likes to use her free time to indulge in gentlemen's clubs. However, this rubs her father the wrong way. Can't she just live a little? After Rachel reincarnates as Beatrice from the Novel "If I Could Be of Use" " she is placed in an unfortunate situation of the suic*dal bride. Can she chit-chat her way out of this one? Is she able to keep living normally? Will she try to break free from the marriage or charm her new husband? ______________________________________________________________ *Exclusive glimpse* Beatrice grasped her husband's palm and tugged him along the garden when she realized he was taking his sweet time. "Now, D-dear can't you take it easy for a day?". Lorcan slowly pulled his left hand away from his wife and grabbed her by the waist with his right hand. She slightly pressed her lips thin as she searched his eyes for questions he didn't say out loud. "I'm not pregnant, Leo." He clasped his hands with hers and neared her face. "But we're not absolutely sure yet..." Beatrice inched closer to his face with a cheeky smile "But I am". Lorcan nuzzled closer to his wife's ear and wrapped his hands around her slender waist. "How's this?" Beatrice held back her laugh and whispered in his ear. "That's cause, I'm bleeding, right now." Lorcans face turned from pale, to pink, to the redest wine. Pulling away from his wife, Lorcan quickly marched twards the gardens exit. Beatrice burst out laughing which caught the servants nearby off guard. "Leoo!~ Why do you have to act like that?" Lorcan halted his steps and stood in his tracts. "Why... Must you be so vulgure.." Lorcan pressed his cold hands onto his burning cheeks. Beatrice crept up on him and slid her slender arms around his shoulders. "Oh please, there's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's normal." A smile crept on her lips as she brushed her lips onto his ear causing Lorcan to tense up. "Plus, I want you to know I'll be expecting you next Thursday. Night, my dear Leo."

Silent Cries follows Ren Ito, a quiet and introverted high school student who struggles with severe social anxiety. Despite wanting to connect with people, he freezes whenever he tries to speak, leaving him isolated and misunderstood. One day, Aoi Mizushima, a friendly and talkative classmate, begins sitting with him and talking to him every day, even though he never responds. Ren slowly falls in love with Aoi, but when he realizes she has feelings for someone else, his loneliness and unspoken emotions spiral into depression. As his inner suffering deepens and goes unnoticed, Ren’s life takes a tragic turn.

It was supposed to be the biggest day of our lives—a school performance we trained for, cried over, bled for. Then the screaming started. A deadly outbreak hits the city just as Sarah and her best friend Insha take the stage. Within hours, their world is crumbling—schools shut down, metro lines jammed, and people are… changing. Now, with nothing but their stage costumes, school bags, and a bag of snacks, a group of teens must escape a collapsing city, survive the infected, and figure out who they can trust—before the final curtain falls. This isn’t just about survival. It’s about friendship, betrayal, and finding your voice when the world wants you silent. Welcome to the final act.

The child who once wished for immortality cries for death to come

Jeffery Hoffman was certain I was his destined mate. He spent ten years trying to win me over, and last month, when my wolf finally awakened, fate confirmed it—he had become my mate. But on the eve of our wedding, I overheard him speaking with a friend. "You're really going to marry Bella Ford? What about that sexy she-wolf you've been seeing on the side?" There was a long pause before Jeffery replied, "She was just a snack while I was waiting for Bella to be confirmed as my mate. How could she compare? Bella is the real deal." "If she doesn't stir up trouble, I might even keep her around," he added with a smirk. "Bella’s very tolerant—she wouldn’t mind." The next day, that snack, Fiona, showed up and caused a massive scene at our wedding. In front of everyone, she shoved me off the stage. I stumbled and hit the floor hard, pain radiating through me—but Jeffery didn’t come to me. He ran past me. Straight to her. Fiona was holding a shard of broken glass to her throat, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, “Do you choose me or Bella Ford?” Jeffery turned to me in a frenzy. “Get lost!” he barked, shoving me aside. “I need to take her to the hospital. If anything happens to her, you’ll pay with your life!” In that moment, something inside me shattered. My wolf cried, and my heart died.