Horton Hears A Who Jojo

A high school student who believes that reality is merely an illusion begins to witness strange and unexpected events as the school year starts. At first, he assumes these occurrences are just tricks of his own mind, but over time, he starts to realize that there is a deeper and more mysterious truth behind them. While the people around him seem lost in the mundanity of everyday life, he is keenly aware that something is not quite right.

18 years ago, she was a little rogue that had been pampered by him; 18 years later, he had reformed her into a little lamb. Boss Shen’s greatest pride was that he had successfully tamed a wild kitten into an obedient house cat.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading, I held on without surrender. Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light, I became a knight, resolute and bright.

Fyar was nothing more than a poor merchant struggling to survive from day to day. His world turned upside down when he was ruthlessly framed for the murder of the royal family. Branded as a criminal and hunted without mercy, he was forced to abandon his simple life and go on the run. Determined to clear his name, Fyar embarked on a perilous investigation alone. The deeper he dug, the more terrifying the truth became. He discovered that the accusations against him were merely the tip of the iceberg in a grand conspiracy—where high-ranking criminals, who should have been eradicated, were instead conspiring with the very kingdom that was supposed to protect its people. Caught between relentless pursuers and the looming threat of a criminal syndicate, Fyar must rely on all his wit and courage to survive and expose the corruption that has been rotting the kingdom from within.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated. [Awaiting the gods’ response...] He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always. [The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.] Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”. He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had. But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world. Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer! *** Discord Link: https://discord.gg/bjetmPER5p

It's story of average boy whose not good in anything even he can't make a single friend Then he decided to change the faith

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

The negotiating rule in the packs was simple. You give what you took. The war and animosity between the Nightshade and Moonstone pack have been ongoing for centuries. But this time something drastic happened. The Nightshade pack lost their Luna. To maintain peace in the werewolf world, the council arrived at only one solution, a Luna in exchange for a Luna. And that’s where I got into the picture. Astrid Brooks, 26 years old. A born princess. The only daughter of the 4 children of Moonstone’s Alpha. Married off as a peace offering to none other than Kael Knight, Alpha of Nightshade pack. A replacement to his late wife, his very mate, whose blood has still not dried from the hands of my father. From the life of a princess to a mere maid, from light to darkness and from being the most loved person to one detested with crazy passion. I became a mere replacement. And this was just the beginning of my story or should I say suffering.

Expanding the synopsis to 2,000 words would turn it into a detailed introduction or prologue rather than just a summary. Below is a refined and extended version that gives more depth to the story while keeping it engaging and immersive. --- Who is Greater? A Story of Faith, Money, and Sacrifice Prologue: The Silent Question It was a cold night. The kind that seeps through your clothes and wraps itself around your bones. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of stars glimmering like scattered diamonds. The moon, pale and unwavering, stood still in its place, indifferent to the world below. I sat in my courtyard, nestled in an old rocking chair, gazing at the vastness above. The silence of the night was comforting, almost deceptive, making me forget the burdens I carried. If only life could be this peaceful. But peace is a luxury. For a long time, I had believed in the goodness of life. I had worked hard, built a home, and raised my family with love and devotion. My daughter was growing into a bright young girl, and my son—my little boy—was the light of our lives. But life is unpredictable. One moment, you are standing firm, and the next, you are swept away by a storm you never saw coming. That storm came for me when my son fell ill. Chapter 1: A Father's Burden The next morning, I left for work. The streets were waking up, people rushing to their destinations, unaware of the battle I was fighting inside. An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand to stop it. It sped past without hesitation. I sighed and continued walking. The cold air wrapped around me, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to worry about. As I walked, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend. "Hello! Where have you been all these years?" I asked, the joy in my voice surprising even me. We exchanged warm greetings, our handshake firm and full of unspoken memories. But no matter how much we smiled, I couldn’t ignore the weight in my chest. "How is your family?" he asked, his tone soft. I hesitated. "My daughter is fine… but my son is unwell. He has been admitted to the hospital." His face darkened with concern. "That sounds serious. What will you do?" I sighed deeply. "I don’t have the money to continue his treatment. Can you help me?" For a moment, he said nothing. I could see the battle in his mind—the guilt of wanting to help but being unable to. Finally, he nodded. "I’ll try." Chapter 2: The Hospital Walls We rushed to the hospital. The halls smelled of antiseptic and quiet desperation. My mother stood near the doctor, worry lines deep on her face. "Doctor, what’s the situation?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor looked at me with practiced detachment. "Your son needs surgery immediately. You must deposit ₹2 lakh as soon as possible." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ₹2 lakh. It might as well have been ₹2 million. "I… I don’t have that kind of money," I admitted. The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. "Without payment, we cannot proceed." A suffocating silence followed. My friend placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. "We’ll find a way," he said. And so, we ran. We made countless calls, begged for help, knocked on doors. Some helped, others didn’t. Piece by piece, we collected the amount. By evening, we had ₹2 lakh. The surgery was scheduled. But this was only the beginning. Chapter 3: A Temporary Relief The hours passed like years. When the doctors finally emerged, my heart nearly stopped. "The surgery was successful," they said. Relief washed over me like a wave. My son was safe. For now. But reality wasn’t done with me yet. The next day, the doctor called me aside. "You will have to stay here for a few more days." Days turned into weeks. The bills stacked higher. My savings had already vanished, and each passing moment brought a new demand. One evening, the doctors sat me down. Their faces were unreadable. "There are additional complications," one of them said. "Your son needs

“Zane, can you hear me?” They said that time heals all wounds. But what if the wound never closes? What if it only deepens? Zane and I were never supposed to happen. I didn’t need saving, and he didn’t need anyone. But somehow, we collided. Maybe it was the silence between us that spoke louder than anything else. Maybe it was the way he’d stare at the world like it didn’t matter, and I’d pretend not to notice, pretending my heart wasn’t breaking every time. It was supposed to be temporary. A fleeting connection. I was never one to give in so easily, especially not to someone like him. But when he was around, the air shifted. The silence no longer felt like something to endure—it felt like something I could almost understand. I never told him I loved him. Not out loud. I kept it buried, hidden behind carefully constructed walls, just as I always had. I didn’t need to say it. He would’ve never understood it anyway. But he was my escape. And I was his. And then, like everything else, he was gone. “Zane, please. Just stay. Please.” But I never said that. I never begged, never showed how badly I needed him to stay. Because I didn’t know how to. Because I thought if I said the words, everything would break. I never let anyone see what was inside, not even him. The day I lost him, something inside me shattered. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry, not in front of anyone. I stayed silent, like I always had. Because no one could know how much he had meant to me. No one could know that the weight of losing him was too much to carry. He didn’t die because of me. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. But I can’t shake the feeling that I failed him. I should’ve said something, done something—anything—to stop it. But the truth is, I was never enough to stop him from walking away. “Zane… can you hear me?” I whisper it to myself, late at night, when the world is still, and the pain is loudest. But even then, I don’t let anyone see it. I don’t let anyone know the depth of the void he left behind. No one sees the tears I hide or the pieces of myself I’ve lost along the way. I keep telling myself it’s okay. That I’ll move on, that this is just a phase, that life will keep going. But it doesn’t. Life keeps slipping through my fingers, and nothing feels real anymore. He was my reality, my only truth, and now that he’s gone, I’m left questioning everything I thought I knew. I go on with my days, keeping my head high, pretending that I’m fine. But every step I take feels like I’m walking further away from everything that mattered. And in the quiet moments, when I’m alone with my thoughts, I ask again—“Zane, can you hear me?” But I already know the answer. The world is silent. And so am I.

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

Beyond gods. Beyond creation and destruction. Beyond even the Almighty Omniversal God—there exist two beings that should not be. The God of Nothingness—who holds the power to erase anything, even existence itself. The God of Permission—whose will alone allows reality to unfold. They are not rulers. Not entities. Not even forces of nature. They are concepts—absolute laws of reality given form. And yet, for the first time since the birth of all things, they have asked a question. Which of them is truly superior? A paradox binds them: If Nothingness erases Permission, then nothing new can ever be created. If Permission denies Nothingness his right, then nothing will ever end. The balance of existence itself teeters on the edge of collapse. And so, they turn to the one being capable of unraveling the impossible—Noah Vance. A mere human. No power. No divinity. Just an impossibly sharp mind that has questioned reality long before meeting them. Now, as the first and only mortal to ever learn of their existence, Noah must judge which of these two untouchable forces is superior. His decision could redefine the laws of existence—or erase everything, including himself. But what if the true paradox is not about which of them should win… but whether they should exist at all? And what if Noah is the only one who can prove it?

The God Who Loved a Mortal – Synopsis For centuries, Eryx, the God of the Stars, has watched over the mortal world with quiet detachment. Bound by divine law, he is forbidden from interfering in human lives—especially when it comes to matters of love. But one fateful night, he hears the desperate wish of a dying scholar. Orien Hale has spent his short life writing stories of the gods, dreaming of leaving something behind before his failing body gives out. With time slipping through his fingers, he makes a final prayer beneath the stars: just one more year. Against all reason, Eryx grants his wish. A single year, stolen from eternity itself. But what starts as an act of pity soon becomes something far more dangerous. As Eryx steps into the mortal world to witness Orien’s borrowed days, he finds himself drawn into a love that defies fate itself. But love between a god and a mortal is forbidden. When the heavens discover Eryx’s crime, they send enforcers to reclaim what was never meant to be. To protect Orien, Eryx must make an impossible choice—remain a god and let Orien die… or fall from the stars and live as a mortal, no matter the cost. As time runs out and divine forces close in, can love rewrite destiny? Or will the heavens tear them apart before their story can truly begin? A tale of love, sacrifice, and the fight against fate—"The God Who Loved a Mortal" is a romantic fantasy about defying the stars for the one who makes life worth living.

"Sudzora wa naze… doro de waru ka?" ("Why do the streets always lead to blood?") *** I am Reisuke Fujiwara. The King of the Streets. The Oyabun. My name inspired fear. My words commanded respect. My fists were the law. But even I couldn't escape fate. "Truck-kun spares no one." Darkness. Pain. Silence. When I opened my eyes, some smug god was standing before me. He said my story wasn’t over. He said I had a second chance. ...But how the f*ck did I become the Crown Prince?! This soft? This kind? This weak?! Did that god seriously think I’d forget my code? That I’d become someone else? Not a damn chance. This new world is about to learn what it means to live by the Yakuza code. I was a Kumichō in my past life. And I’ll be a Kumichō in this one. Only this time, my clan... is an entire kingdom.

In the peaceful realm of Heaven, a celestial meeting is held to discuss the arrival of a rare, pure-hearted baby blessed with extraordinary powers. This child, unlike any other, has endured a cruel past, and the task of finding the perfect parents for such a precious soul is of utmost importance. God, the guiding force of Heaven, has already chosen a mother for the child but is uncertain about the father, as the baby shares a mysterious connection with a young girl whose mind remains unreadable to God. The girl chosen to be the baby's mother lives a complicated life, surrounded by a group of diverse men who each play a significant role in her life. Among them are a caring doctor, a charming actor, her best friend who has always stood by her side, a bully whose actions leave a mark on her heart, a mysterious thief, and a man she secretly has a crush on. Each of these men possesses qualities that make them significant to her, but none truly know the depths of the bond she shares with the celestial child. As the celestial beings debate the best course of action, God reveals that the baby will have the power to choose their father, a decision that will determine not only their future but also uncover the truth behind the girl’s uniqueness. Despite the baby’s playful innocence, God is deeply aware of the potential dangers the child faces from those who may wish to exploit its powers. As the baby eagerly awaits the arrival of its mother, they are told that they must first choose their father—a shocking revelation that leaves the child in disbelief. With the fate of the baby’s life in their hands, both the baby and those who guide them must navigate a path filled with uncertainty, trust, and the discovery of profound connections between the baby, the girl, and the men in her life.

( The untold Story of a woman hidden amongst the Spartans) To the world, she is Lysander, a soldier like any other, trained to fight and die for the city-state. But in the brutal Spartan agoge, where boys are forged into warriors and weakness is not tolerated, she must conceal the truth of her identity or face a fate worse than death. Even as Love threatens to expose all.

Running from the watchful eyes inside the mansion, she must be careful whom to trust and use her time wisely because it's running out for her beloved Seamstress Rene'. With so many secrets and blood, this tale is not for the lighthearted. This a spin-off from my Wattpad short, 'Shh, she can hear you'. Upload Days: Fridays, Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays. Maybe Bonus Days.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

Six years after Ellis, a detective, left his small hometown island, he gets a call from one of his childhood friends. "it's my sister...Hana...she's dead." After hearing the devastating sentence come out from the other side of the phone, he packed his bags, and booked a ship. Come along his journey as he not only tries to bring justice, to one of the only people who ever cared for him, but struggle with rebuilding friendships he had sullied on his journey to becoming a detective. Will Ellis ever find out what happened to Hana? Will he stay on bad terms with his former friends, those he considered family. Or will he succeed, and prove that those six years were fruitful.

a man who lives his full life in injustice and hardship,devoted his life to his nation, but he was being framed as a traitor and not even a single soul believed him. he died as traitor. when he thought he died. he opened his eyes he found he reincarnated, but, but, but, Fate is worse than death. even in this life, he was abandoned and the cruel part is that they throw him in a abyss. "fuck you bastard" "why you even give me birth." he roared in anger Follow the journey of you mc who will become strong, through system, Hardship and mysterious adventure and many more. hope you like it and have a good journey. My main language is not English so I apologise in advance.

note: i was going to go for "new life, who dis" for the title. but didn't cause . . . it tells nothing. also i am shit at Synopsis p.s this is not going to be serious at all. writing serious scene's aint my style. its like a half crack fic. ### oh no, i have died. oh no, i have been reincarnated into a fantasy world. oh no, i am a vampire . . . do i care? abso-fucking-lutely not. i may be a "monster" but that wont stop me from my goal what that goal might be you ask? getting laid. ### Our MC, a lazy, perverted high school girl (who might i add, is hella into Yuri), meets an untimely end after making a joke that the universe deem too shitty for her too live. (or maybe because she was too lazy? too mean? idk The universe works in mysterious ways) as her eye's flash before her eye's she had one complaint about it "damn, why was i bitchless" and that was it as her life was snuffed out due to her injuries, now only a dark void filled with nothing remained . . . . . . . . . light erupted into her vision as their eye's fluttered open once again. and they regret that instantly as the sun burns there eye's Disoriented, the mc realises that this is not earth. Why? Because a rabbit with a club the fucking size of that mother fucking comically large spoon, is charging straight at them, aiming to snuff that once re-lit flame out. the mc is definitely not going to die again . . . no, not just yet, a certain overpowered being needed some entertainment from her. but that doesn't mean she will get an easy life though, no . . . the entity's gotta make it an entertaining story to watch. so on her second death bed (a literal patch of grass in the middle of a forest in the middle of another world) time stops and a very familiar semi-transparent screen formed infront of her eye's (think of the screen from ORV or Solo levelling. something like htat) well done for being the host to the ULTIMATE DELUXE SUPER FABULICE VAMPIRE SYSTEM "is this a fucking joke? Am i a joke to you?" Yes "ah, i see" since the host is in danger and has not fucking clue how to fight "hey, i took karate when i was 10!" . . . noted . . . since the host has a fighting ability THAT IS NOT ON THE LEVEL to combat the enemy at this very moment. the system will take over host body temporally. "wait what!?!?" :) ### Warnings i am not, a good writer. perverted mc maybe harem (i dislike harem cause usually any time there is a harem, each member is bland as fuck, so most is gonna be 3 other people) do not take this seriously, this might as well be a crack fic with no fic and toned down a couple levels. OP mc the mc will get item's/powers of characters from different anime's/show's/movie's. no characters though. took ideas from some manwha (cough cough solo leveling) and a few others for the world. but atleast it isn't a carbon copy like most . . . all manhwa (like every single one has something from solo levelling in it.) (the world will be orignal, characters too. but the powers wont)

The demon balzyed now reincarnated as a young human hero aims to become a god by defying heaven.

In a reality where fate governs all, one being was never meant to wake. Severence was a name long lost to time, a figure buried so deep in history that even the gods dared not speak of him. Yet, despite their efforts, he has awakened. Not by fate. Not by design. But by something else. He remembers everything. The battles he fought. The gods he defied. The moment he took up The Unmaking, a weapon that does not kill but erases. The war that should have ended with his existence vanishing forever. And yet, here he stands once more. Whole. Alive. Awake. But he does not know why. Cast adrift in a multiverse of endless worlds—where heroes wage war, where gods weave their schemes, where titans clash and destinies are written—Severence searches for an answer. Every world recoils at his presence. Every being, mortal or divine, whispers his name in terror. Every force in existence seems desperate to deny him the truth. Something woke him. Something brought him back. But why? From the burning battlefields of the Holy Grail War to the war-torn realms of gods and monsters, from futuristic dystopias to cosmic battlegrounds—Severence walks the path beyond fate, seeking the answer hidden even from him. And with each world, the whispers grow louder. "He has awakened." "The blade that unmakes walks once more." "Even the gods cannot escape its cut." Severence simply tightens his grip on The Unmaking. Let the gods tremble. Let the universes break. He will carve his own path—until he finds the truth. A/N:**The art used for the cover is AI generated.** A/N:**All other characters except the OG belong to their respective creators.** **This is a fanfic**

A Taoist walks down the mountain one day to find that the world he is living in is 10X bigger than Earth of his previous life.

She doesn’t tell her truth outright,she weaves it into stories. Stories of girls who love too hard, trust too soon, and break too easily. But hidden beneath every word is a secret she’s never dared to speak. In a world that never listened, she found her voice in the only way she knew how—through fiction. But will anyone hear her before it’s too late?"

Elara is drawn into a web of intrigue and danger when she begins experiencing strange visions and powers she cannot control. At night, rumors spread of a mysterious woman who stalks the city, and as people begin to die under unusual circumstances, suspicion falls on Elara. She must uncover the truth about her past before her enemies can destroy her—or before she destroys herself.

A vicious loan shark who got killed by her cheating fiancé needs to use her experience and knowledge to survive highschool after waking up in her teenage body with a different version of her life.