The Book With No Words

Infected by a mysterious evil and abandoned by his village, Lem is at death's doorstep when the Goddess takes pity on him and bestows a life simulator! He may die once, twice, three times, but if he simulates a thousand lifetimes, can’t he find a way to live? First entry in the 'Goddess' Shared Universe. Advance Chapters at: patreon.com/StarvingWriter

The Book Of Legends. A mystical of unknown proportions, with knowledge foretelling the past, present, and the future. Of time, space, and fate. Of nigh omniscience and nigh omnipotence. A book coveted by many, yet beholden to none. What secrets does it hold, and what does it entail? Yet it somehow managed to land in tne hands of a young, down-on-his-luck man. Find out what happens when the book starts to reveal the secrets of old, and what it will do for our young protagonist. Will he drown in the knowledge of the book, or will he rise and conquer it, ushering his own era?

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

This is not a novel but a statement of why i have deleted all my works from online platforms and plan on returning with a new identity.

On the mythological vanishing island of Hy-brasil, magical creatures still live amongst humans, hidden away for thousands of years. This is the story of one such person, a girl named Luna, and the harsh realities of her world.

Ava Blanton was a condemned criminal, later the unwitting vessel for a botched transmigration that had left her consciousness welded with fragmented memories of an unknown Earth woman. Their minds imperfectly combined, Ava battled an identity crisis. Emotions, desires, and experiences that were both native and foreign flitted through her mind. Torn between two imperfect lives, Ava faced higher states of psychological turmoil in which she couldn't quite be sure where one self ended and another started.

If wisdom was a course taught in schools, trust me, it would be the most extensive and expensive course ever. But nah... it has nothing to do with IQ or being smart. It is rather more of spiritual than natural.

join [ https://discord.com/invite/4yTGy4eB ] In every world, there is an invisible hand controlling their race's affairs. These kind of people exist in our world as well, people who control our matters, but why do we get the feeling that those who control the affairs of humanity are the ones leading to its destruction?!! They are also the same ones who curtail the freedom of humans, although they are humans too. The spread of homosexuality, the concept of states, governance, and many more will ultimately result in killing eachother. Perhaps the last war they wage is a nuclear one or maybe a different type?!... But what will they gain from this? who those people are, what their goal is,  why they are doing so, and is it worth killing people or not? Who will stop them, and how? [All characters and events in this novel are fictional and have no connection to reality.]

On a fateful day, dangerous leaked scientific research spilled upon the world, unleashing the menace known as zombies. The world descended into chaos as the apocalypse began. Governments fell, societies collapsed, and survival became the sole driving force. Daniel was living peacefully with his family; he gave his wife and daughter a goodbye kiss before leaving for work. Little did he know that this would be the last time he would see them. Arriving at work, a plane crashed into his place of work and When Daniel woke up, he saw that the world he knew had transformed into a wasteland, with people devouring each other. Now, Daniel embarks on a journey to reunite with his family, hoping they are okay. Will Daniel be able to reunite with his family, or will he perish in the process?

He was accidentally transported to another world, gained the power of self-defense... or so he thought. Instead, he obtained the power of the Self-Defense Forces. Using modern weapons and equipment, such as medicine, he lives freely. This is the story of his journey with a girl he saved, traveling through the world.

Otis, the man who caused chaos before leaving the earth. Before his reincarnation, he was given a mission by the messenger of the heavenly one to find the book of laws. Given three wishes to accomplish his task, he wished for his psychopathic alternate personality to be his system and was blessed with a shape shifting ability after requesting for the strongest power. Alas, a certain being added a clause of you take from me, I take from you twice. Fast forward and here he's in a new world entirely different from his former. Here where magic is supreme, the world is ruled by the strong and everyone ultimate goal is to get the book of laws. My only advantage is I have a system, which is the psychopathic me from my previous life that's if we see eye to eye. Anyways, like a wise man once said; "For he who holds unto the book of laws, knows the truth of the universe". Και αναζητώ την αλήθεια

Bryce was an orphan who had went through some rough experience, leading him to walk on the path he's currently on. However, the boundlessly chaotic nature of fate decided to involve him in things that one would never hope to witness and experience ever in their life. Every human has at least a quote or a single words that speaks up to them. Bryce is no exception. He will have one for himself, sooner or later. Just how impacful will the discovery be to him? A/N: This my first urban fantasy content, please consider voting and adding it to library if you enjoy it.

If anyone were to tell you that a picture is worth a thousand words, you should tell them to shut up. Or, in the very least, slap them in the face with a baseball bat. A picture isn't the same thing as words on a page. At least a picture is interesting; I mean, your eyes gloss over words far more than images, and the more cryptic the image, the longer you look at it. No, a picture is not a mere blurb on a page. A picture is like a movie without motion, or a still portal, an empty doorway, and I'd know that very well. Too well. But I digress. After all, you're reading words on a page for the heck of it. Weirdo. My name is Veridian, and what I'm about to say is going to sound crazy. I'm one of the Wanderers. It sounds insane, I know. I'm only, what, nineteen? And yet, I'm the youngest Wanderer there is. I didn't even realise I was one until the Great Merging happened. But I'm probably getting ahead of myself. I'll go back to when it all started, right after the Merging, and then we can take it slow. After you hear my story, maybe you'll be able to help me get out of here. Just whatever you do, don't tell Uncle Romford. Please.

Literature is like the ocean and the true love of a mother; it's everlasting. I must say that all my thoughts, my tears, my feelings, and even some of my secrets hide inside the poems I've written. Everlasting Words is a book compilation of poems I have written. The compilation of words gives an everlasting smile. This is your little writer who love arts, and writing is my hideaway. I hope you can also check out my novels and quotes compilation, which will be available here soon. Thank you and I love you, My Sunshines!

This is Word Warrior! Here, we take a dive into Sarah's adventures in trying to join a writing competition.

“Only those with great intentions can see this book and those chosen by the book will make its desired story… but you will never return.” ~ Credits to Patricia Coleen Balmocena for doing the book cover. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

Year 2039 After the Earth's size expanded by threefold and humanity faced an emergence of sealed demons and entities, who took pleasure in the bloodshed of human beings, people began to call this time of pain and despair, the Apocalypse. Even after being hit by the sudden Apocalypse the Gods weren't so heartless, to topple with their catastrophe humans with superhuman abilities began to arise. With the reemergence of new continents, factions and powers, etc some powerful individuals with the Gods' blessings created a wall dividing the demon race and the human race after a bloody long war. Thus, bringing back the long lost peace of the World. But who knows, the achieved peace might just be the calm before a greater storm? ........... Year 2203 Hundreds of years has passed since the Apocalypse had destroyed 95% of the World's scientific and technological infrastructures, thus leading human civilization back to the Old Mediaeval period. Though at peace, the World and the people are no longer the same. With the resurgence of powerful abilities and powers, humans have reawakened their crazy greed for power once more. The human race is going through an internal war which sees no end. In the course of events, the World slowly begins noticing the young man who seems to have just appeared out of thin air around the same time. Eiran, who kills humans and demons, who accumulates wealth and power, who can send someone to their deaths and bring them back to life, who can make Emperors and Supremes bow at him, whose influence could decide the victory of a battle, who was he? "I'm just looking for a wife. So.....I can't make a fool of myself going easy on you, can I?" While the whole world was crazy fighting for power, for supremacy, this young man, who was looking for a wife, had already surpassed the human boundaries. ----------- Irregular updates!

Senzo had a crush on a girl. Now he hates women. Fukae wanted to be an artist like her older sibling. Now he hates men. They meet one day, forced to LOVE one another! A tale (of hatred) between an unstoppable force and an immovable object!

[under editing; indefinite hiatus] This story revolves around Aira and her son who is now a young adult. Aira, herself and her son lead a quite hidden life. Aira hated her husband. If asked by her son she would glare at him. But why? Acting like this at the name of his father the little boy in his childhood days wondered, why his mom acted like this. Until....she discovered something which made her thoughts not only uncleared but also regretful.

One, a cursed Mage. The other, a lost Witch. Both Kier and Ina are running. They’re running from whatever they left behind, and are looking for their own way. They want to be alone so they can search for themselves without anyone else telling them who or what they are. Kier wants to stop an “i” from becoming a “y” in his name. Ina wants to make amends for the red of her hair. But what happens when they realize that both chose the same forest to get away from everyone and everything? An incredible adventure ensues, in which both begin the journey to learn what it means to be Human among people...