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I was just a normal guy who wrote a novel called I Got Reincarnated into a Magical World, and it became pretty popular. But one day, when I was writing the final chapter, someone broke into my house and killed me. When I woke up, I was confused at first, but then I realized I had been reincarnated into my own novel. And to top it off, there were four new characters that I hadn’t created. By the way, the reason I wrote this novel was to gain some experience before writing my main novel, which, if done right, will be ten times better than this one.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Proceed with caution. This is not your average fantasy adventure. Beware. I might as well trap you in my pages. --- "Run, little angel." His voice is velvet, edged with sin—soft enough to make her shiver, dark enough to make her obey. Ariel tries to move, to escape, to fight against the invisible chains pressing against her skin. But he’s already there. Behind her. Before her. Inside her mind. "You can’t leave. Not now. Not ever." His fingers trace the edges of her trembling lips. Heat coils around her wrists, his magic binding her without a single chain. "Say my name, Ariel. Whisper it, scream it, curse it—" his breath burns against her throat, "—but you will never forget it." She gasps as the weight of his words settles into her bones. And then he smiles. "Good girl."

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

A young Japanese man inherits his parents' Shine Muscat grape farm after they impulsively bought it during retirement but couldn't handle its physical demands. Though initially reluctant, he finds success farming for three years until market oversaturation causes prices to plummet. While playing a new video game called "Immortal Order: Origin" about historical secrets, he is mysteriously transported to 16th century North America, where he encounters starving English colonists from the lost Roanoke Colony. His grape farm has been transported with him, complete with modern equipment and a secret gift called 'Immortal'.

Synopsis: It's been a while since I last came to this restaurant. As I walked in, I noticed how little had changed—the same cozy atmosphere, the familiar scent of wood-fired pizza, and the sound of a sports game playing on the big screens. I found a table for one and settled in, ready to enjoy my meal. That’s when I saw her. She was standing by one of the high tables, eating hot wings. I had just pulled out my chair at a single. There were only three singles in the place. Most of the tables were quads, and three of them were standup. She was by herself, and my eyes just slid over her without even registering what I was seeing. Then I did a double take. She was gorgeous! She had long red hair, that sort of flaming orange you see sometimes. She had on a tight skirt and top that showed off all her advantages, and she had plenty of advantages. Some loser wandered over and tried to strike up a conversation with her. I saw her give him the brush-off. She was gorgeous! She was also lethal and deceptive, and she would break your heart. I knew because I'd been married to her for five years. Her name was Sara, she worked for a huge radio station as their star attraction and I hoped she wouldn't see me.

After marriage— On Valentine's Day, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" Wrapped up in her blanket and close to falling asleep, Xia Wan'an mumbled, "Sleep." On Christmas Day, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" With her arms around her pillow, Xia Wan'an casually replied, "Sleep." On their wedding anniversary, holding a cup of water, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" Cozied up in bed, with sleepy eyes, Xia Wan'an looked at Han Jingnian, wary of the water he might spill on the bed. She thought for a moment, then replied, "With you... together."

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Feared across the lands as The Wandering Crimson Mist and, Li Mei is a legend drenched in blood. She has slain sect leaders, destroyed entire clans, and even defied the heavens, leaving a trail of death in her wake. But after years of battle, she finds no joy in the carnage anymore. Weary and unfulfilled, she surrenders herself to the Grand Alliance, who condemn her to Pandora’s Box—a prison carved into the heart of a mountain, guarded by divine barriers and filled with the most dangerous criminals the world has ever known. Sealed in the abyssal depths, Li Mei expects nothing but silence and solitude. But every day, she is visited by Yang Hui, the warden of Pandora’s Box, known as the Keeper of the Box of Evil.

In a world of ancient magic, forgotten lore, and werewolf royalty, Lady Genevieve Montclair must navigate the treacherous landscape of the Lycan High Court. After being cast aside by her former lover, Sir Alaric Valcourt, Genevieve finds herself bound to the ruthless Lycan King, Edric Ravenshire, by a bond she cannot deny. As war looms, ancient secrets unfold, and the very fabric of their world is threatened, Genevieve must confront the darkness within herself and make impossible choices to protect the man she loves and the kingdom she now calls home. Will she find a way to forge her own destiny, or will the fate that binds her to Edric Ravenshire prove inescapable? Dive into a world of epic romance, heart-stopping action, and ancient magic, where the line between love and loyalty is blurred, and the true meaning of destiny is tested.

"What a shame. He had his whole life ahead of him, yet attempted suicide by jumping off a building." One year later~ The past can be recovered from, but never completely forgotten or erased from memory. August Castellan was a person who shut people out, never getting too close with someone. He was polite and gentle, but always drew a line, mercilessly pushing those who tried to cross it out of his life. He had done this perfectly....until now. Why couldn't he bear to push him away? Edward was a bright and cheerful person, breaking apart all the walls August put around himself with ease. He came crashing in August's originally uneventful life, making his black and white world bloom with colors and emotions he didn't even know existed before. He always thoughts of true love as a hoax, something people use to comfort themselves until he met Edward. But was Edward really what he seemed? Or was he hiding his own secrets, a past he can't leave behind? Can two people, both connected by a past one doesn't even know the other is a part of, get through this? Or was their story messed up from the beginning, destined for a bad end before it even started? Angst with happy ending...probably. DAILY UPDATES (AN- I'm not able to upload side stories on this. they're in a separate work by the same name)

In an era where gods have vanished, Affinity Users have risen to become the ruling force of the world. Fate, calamity, ocean, life… Powers of various inclinations intertwine and clash, shaping the future of this planet. Mo Ying—a mysterious girl—joins an equally enigmatic mercenary group. Her arrival is destined to stir the tides, and her story marks the beginning of an epic. Yet beneath the surging waves, a grand conspiracy quietly brews. As the world edges toward the abyss of destruction, how can humanity break free from the shackles of fate and find a path to survival?

Peteson was like a god, destroying armies with just his hand, but even someone as strong as him could not avoid death. What he didn’t know was that there was a prophecy about the end of the world and a saviour, and that he would awaken in the future, with humanity destroyed and giant moles who lived underground who wanted to conquer what was “rightfully theirs.” People with an important aura and suits promised Peteson that he would rest once more if he killed those beings, and Peteson did, closing his eyes expecting to be taken to the afterlife after all that effort. But it seems that the prophecy said nothing about what happens after, and now Peteson has to live in the aftermath of the end of the world even though he wasn’t there when it started in the first place. And what better way than travelling across the world? While killing the remaining singularities along the way.

Gather around, young and old, for a compendium of tales -- some sweet, some terrifying and some looking to impart a lesson about life. Beware, the first is a horror story.

[WARNING!! MATURE CONTENT] "Would it be selfish of me to take you to hell with me, Doll?" **** Bound by a life filled with abuse from her aunt, the last thing Samantha would believe was that a demon could hand her freedom. It wasn’t like she had a choice, but in order to protect herself, she agreed to move in with a total stranger. Darian, who had spent years of his life in darkness, believing he was bound to die with the curse he carried, found his healing—Samantha. And he wasn’t about to let her go. But in a world filled with humans and demons, lies and mysteries, will they be able to navigate their growing feelings?

Have you ever wondered how a person who was supposed to be dead was walking in front of you? Or why you are trapped in a mysterious paranormal game and the rules that are set in place to protect you are falling apart, or maybe you just want a short spine chilling tale to end the day? Have you ever just thought about paranormal things? Most people will tell you they are nonsense but here, we will learn about all the paranormal with you. But be warned, some of these tales are true...

Shiva was a 28-year-old teenager who died in a car crash and was reborn with the power of Ghost Rider in the Twilight and TVD (The Vampire Diaries) world. . . . Arthur's Note: My grammar may not be the best, but I'm working on improving it. I don't own any of the characters, only my original character (OC). I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story. I will be updating it three to four days a week.

Kaito Moriyama had long lost hope in life. Abandoned by his family, despised by society, and betrayed by those who should have cared for him. On the brink of despair, he took the final step that would end his life… or so he thought. When he opened his eyes, a goddess named Selena offered him a second chance—life in a world called Eldoria, where magic, dungeons, and adventure await. With extraordinary powers granted to him, Kaito must now find new meaning in his life, fight against the forces of evil, and prove that he is more than just an “outcast.”

A team of a hundred players who are from the same guild from around the world were sent to another world as their game avatars and with their weapons gear and loot how will they survive the new world full of zombies, vampires, wired outer gods, and the cold wind that freezes everyone and everything  Follow the gun master Arthur and his team in the new world where they have to survive different disasters, but will all of them survive 

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"Shall I tell you a little secret? But I have to warn you, you won't like it." No one likes spoilers, therefore, I present this to you. "Is it a book filled with spoilers or a book specifically about spoilers?" Read between the lines, that is what you do when you are eager to find out. To figure out a secret, to interpret and keep note of what there is to come. "It is kind of like that, but I would rather refer to it as a compilation or a series." "Or an outline, a note, reminder for what'll end up happening, whatever sounds right to you." A story that has only one plot, universe, and meaning is not how you would describe this one. Spoiler though, you'll never be satisfied. /Extra/ "One more thing... None of this is real. Unless you know what exactly is going on."

Darius Masters is an English-born cripple with a complicated past and no lease on life beyond his hobby of Virtual Reality gaming. After making something of a living for himself and funding his recovery with the money he won from gaming tournaments and varying brand deals, Darius got a Second drafting. This would bring everything he hated about the world over to world of virtual reality gaming he had come to love as a 30 year old man. Despite his acceptance, he has sworn to use every bit of knowledge and experience he had to protect his legacy and the life he had built for himself through any means he could.

Ann tidak pernah percaya sepupunya, Azriel, meninggal karena serangan jantung, seperti yang dikatakan semua orang. Buku harian Azriel yang penuh keluhan dengan tulisan yang terasa asing, coretan emosi yang tak beraturan, dan luka lebam misterius di belakang kepalanya menyisakan lebih banyak pertanyaan daripada jawaban yang ia terima. Demi menemukan kebenaran, Ann mendaftarkan diri sebagai siswi pindahan di SMK Bintang, tempat Azriel dulu belajar—sekolah penuh rahasia yang mulai membayanginya dengan bayangan gelap. Namun, langkah amatir Ann yang berani tak luput dari perhatian Leksa, seorang atlet Jiu Jitsu yang juga intel muda. Leksa sedang menyelidiki kasus jual beli soal ujian dan gerakan ilegal di lingkungan sekolah. Ketika ia mencurigai Ann yang kerap bertingkah aneh dan tampak terlalu dekat dengan beberapa guru yang menjadi target penyelidikannya, ia memutuskan untuk mencari tahu lebih dalam. Sementara dengan segala keterbatasannya, Ann berusaha menutupi langkahnya, Leksa semakin mendekat—dua anak muda yang sama-sama menyimpan misi dan rahasia mulai saling membayangi. Ketika akhirnya mereka menyadari bahwa ada kekuatan yang jauh lebih berbahaya di balik semua ini, mereka terpaksa memilih: tetap saling mencurigai dan menyerah, atau bersatu untuk menghadapi kebenaran yang bisa menghancurkan mereka. Tetapi di tengah semua itu, Ann harus bertanya pada dirinya sendiri yang hanya seorang amatiran—seberapa jauh ia siap melangkah untuk mengungkap kebenaran? Dan Leksa, apakah ia cukup kuat untuk menghadapi fakta bahwa ia hanya pion dalam permainan yang jauh lebih besar? "Terkadang, mencari kebenaran lebih berbahaya daripada menyerah pada kebohongan.

Akira’s life is cruelly cut short in a tragic murder, one orchestrated by the very person he should have trusted most—his own mother. Akira is reincarnated into a new world and named Fheng Gu, one filled with magic, gods, and power beyond his understanding Enraged by the desire for revenge, Akira begins a journey to defy the heaven's

Elias never believed in fate, but his life changed forever the night a mysterious medallion arrived at his door. A single touch unleashed the unimaginable: a fractured sky, a realm of endless red, and glowing lines of ancient power connecting every corner of existence. Transported to a dangerous new world, Elias finds himself chosen by the enigmatic "Lines," a force older than magic itself. Under the sharp guidance of Camille, a fierce and mysterious warrior, he must navigate deadly creatures, forbidden secrets, and a power that could either destroy him or make him unstoppable. But the Lines are not easily tamed. As Elias discovers his unique dual affinity for Light and Shadow, he learns that even his allies may have their own motives. To survive, he must master his newfound abilities, confront the truth about his past, and uncover the dark mysteries of the Lines. In a world where the weak perish and the powerful thrive, Elias must decide: Will he forge his own path, or will he become a pawn in a game much larger than himself? The fate of worlds lies in the balance. And the Lines are watching. Perfect for fans of magic systems, epic battles, and gripping mysteries, Heritage of the Lines will keep you hooked from the first chapter to the last.

John Wayne, a skilled operative for a secretive organization is tasked with a critical mission, eliminate Dr. Victor Everest, a businessman exploiting life-saving medicine for personal gains, Wayne's task is to secure the formula and make it accessible to those in need by any means necessary. Though trained to kill, Wayne struggles with his human morality, he reaches an internal decision when an ambush leaves him with a blow to the head and no memory of his mission. Mistaking Everest for an innocent man, Wayne tries to save him unknowingly working against his organization. Upon his journey he meets Emma a nurse from the hospital where he was treated who helps him gain his memory back. With time running out and his former allies closing in, he faces an impossible dilemma: complete his mission and kill Everest or protect the man he now believes deserves redemption. " The Betrayal Of John Wayne" is a fast-paced tale of morality and identity, where the lines between hero and villain blur in a world of secrets and lies.

so far this might be a one shot a new mysterious boy name John has joined Hogwarts is past is a unknown to even the great Dumbledore how will John change the story is he a hero or a villain and who else would he take with him down his own path I don't own anything related to the harry potter franchise or the photo used