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Fictional Criminals

CRESCERE NEL CRIMINE

⏩©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati sequel: "VIVERE NEL PERICOLO". STORIA COMPLETATA⏪ Ragazzi e ragazze,tutti rinchiusi nello stesso lurido posto. Vittime delle loro azioni. Vittime di ciò con cui si sono macchiati. Vittime di chi li ha cresciuti. Ma soprattutto,vittime di loro stessi. Quando sei vittima di te stesso non puoi correre da nessuna parte. Solo imparando ad affrontare la realtà,solo così,potrai dire di essere veramente libero. Ma ci si può liberare della propria mente? Non potrai mai sentirti libero se prima non impari a convivere con quel che hai fatto pagandone le conseguenze. Alcune cicatrici è difficile guarirle. Dipende dove te le porti,se nel corpo,o nella mente. I pensieri fanno male,logorano. Le azioni ne conseguono. Ma quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove quel che hai fatto ti viene messo tutto su un tavolo,non puoi non guardare in faccia la realtà. Così impari a conviverci h 24,rimanendo solo tu coi tuoi pensieri perenni. Loro verranno uniti da una sola cosa,ovvero,una cella fredda ed un pavimento polveroso dove parlare dei loro maledetti problemi. E questa,è la loro storia... Lui,per lei è come una calamita Lei,per lui è la persona sbagliata. Lui,è la tempesta. Lei,è la calma. Lui,è la persona da cui vorresti stare lontano. Lei,è la persona a cui vorresti stare affianco. Lei,è cresciuta volendo pensare al futuro. Lui,è cresciuto restando intrappolato nel passato. Lei,angelo dannato in cerca di emozione. Lui,demone disperato in cerca di pace. LEI,VITTIMA DEL PERICOLO. LUI,VITTIMA DEL CRIMINE.
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God Of Fiction: The Faceless One

Gray World is dominated by the will of Gods and thrives under the control of iron gears and steam. It is a place where faith is not a passive devotion but a currency—traded, bought, and sold by churches that wield their gods' influence as weapons. It is a place where value is absolute, value is everything, shaping every belief and controlling every life. Run by ironclad reign of Church of Steel, every life here reeks of smoke and decay, while the Church of Sacrifice whispers promises of salvation through pain and sacrifice. Yet, amidst this ever existing Gods of sacrifice, iron, and decay, a new God descends—one who was once known as The Faceless One, God of Confusion, Keeper of secrets, Messiah of messengers by en masse: the God of Fiction. God of Fiction, Ashur, reincarnates after dying by the wiles of God of Sacrifice and others. Unlike other gods, Ashur, does not demand worship through suffering or material devotion. Instead, he brings something far more dangerous: the ability to weave fantasies into existence, to blur the line between fiction and reality. "Is fiction not a truth waiting to be realized?" Whispers spread among the people—rumors of a church that doesn't preach, of a god who offers not suffering but something far more seductive: choice. They speak of dreams too vivid to be mere illusions and realities that seem to bend to their imaginations. What is fiction, if not another form of reality? When the masses begin to believe, does belief not shape the world itself? As his own proclamation goes— [To not exist does not mean one truly does not exist, for to be known is also a form of existence.] ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ [This book has been dropped]
_Darker_Than_Black · 49.9K Views

Benevolent King and His Tyrant Queen

I'm not Grace Finley. I can't remember my actual name anymore. I'm afraid I might forget what my family looks like, I miss them. I need to go back to my life. I want to go back to my life. Forget my overnight Cinderella status, I'm a wife?! Who married me without my knowledge?! My husband, The Grand Prince, happens to be the richest, most feared and most admired man in all of Valoria. His harsh words don't match his kind gestures. And he has got quite a handsome face. Also, did I mention that he is popular despite being the husband of someone? I won't surprised if he happens to have a secret cult of followers/admirers. Anyway, He is a kind man, that's all you have to know. As of now, my only way back seems to be the god of this world. So I first asked him politely, I truly was polite, I'm not lying! But with no reply to my polite inquires, I proceeded to commit blasphemy on my first public outing, and threatened to commit genocide but to no avail. At least tell me the reason for bringing me here, You damn god! I spoke in a 'very flowery' language that was not meant for children and always cursed him to my heart's content but I wasn't struck by lightning. I seriously don't want this privilege okay? Finally, The story of the body I possessed... I don't know. The only onslaught I felt was the severe head and body aches after opening my eyes in this body. I didn't mind until I learned that I woke up from an incident that was an attempt to take my life but covered up as an accident. If only I could find the perpetrator, I would like to encourage them to make another attempt and cooperate as long as it is painless. No memories, People after my life, a family to look after and a kingdom to rule, I have never been this responsible in my entire life! Is this a punishment for living the privileged life of the youngest child in the family? I'm only nineteen for god sake! Let me live!
alwys_fictional · 20.3K Views
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