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Isagi Clown Of My Story

An Abnormal Clown

Year 2035, Humanity fall with the suddenly fall with the sudden emergance of Gates all around, connecting Earth with the Null World. Humanity tried it's best to fight back but the Nine horrors of null world were too much for Humans as they lost earth to null monsters before they went into hiding in Specially made cities during the 5 year long war. 100 years later, on the Flying City, Pegasus, an unusual murder take place. . . . "Happy birthday, Aura." I muttered, just loud enough for no one to hear except me. Then came that voice again. Whispering in my mind like it always do, "You don't belong here." It said in my mind as I smirked without opening my eyes. "I know," I said back to in my mind, "and neither do they." I said looking at each and everyone here... That's right. I didn't come to mourn either for my parents death. I came to watch the masks that can fall one day, how these people changes. Because they would. They always do. Oh, and I came here to celebrate too, after all, it's my birthday, they best one as far as I could remember over the last decade, if I have to say so. After all, i might be the happiest person on earth right now, because the one who killed my parents, was Me. . . . The cover pic doesn't belong to me. . . . Plz add to your library. . . . English is not my first launguage so plz do tell me if I mess up. . Chapter length is small in the beginning but it will make it 1.5k per chapter from prolly 20, do give it a try till then.
CultureSect_Master · 9.9K Views

STORY ABOUT MY IMAGINATION //

Jay never thought the end would come on an ordinary winter day. He wasn’t ready — not to say goodbye, not to lose everything he loved. In a market bursting with life, one terrible moment rips his world apart. Left broken in his mother’s arms, Jay’s story should have ended there. But when a shadowy figure appears, watching from the edge of his final moments, it becomes clear: death was just the beginning. In a world full of unseen forces and unfinished promises, can love survive even when life doesn’t? Jay’s real journey is about to begin. Because some promises are too powerful for even death to break it. ________________________________________ "Fate isn’t written in stars. It’s scripted in silence—by beings who watch from beyond the veil." When Jay, a normal boy from our world, dies saving his mother, he thinks it’s the end. But his soul doesn’t vanish—it flickers like a candle in a cosmic hall, watched by ancient eyes that whisper of scripts, roles, and a world waiting to be rewritten. Reborn into the powerful Veldrin noble family in a fractured empire ruled by twelve kingdoms, Jay is no longer just a boy—he’s a puzzle piece in a war of fate, power, and gods. But there’s one problem: He’s born as a girl named Jenna, in a world where noble daughters are pawns, not players. With memories of a past life, cosmic secrets buried in dreams, and a kingdom drowning in masked politics and ancient magic, Jenna must decide—will she follow the script, or burn it?
aayu_kumar · 23K Views

I Killed My Favourite Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---
Wish_499 · 53K Views
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