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Transmigration of Starfire: Let's Have Some Fun~ (OLD)

Starfire: The top assassin feared by all and with a side hobby as an anonymous hacker who no one knew about- not even the organisation she worked for. Who would have thought she was the short, always-smiling, blonde girl that seemed to have no care in life and was always just looking for fun? And yes, if you are wondering "was?" That's because she died. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [So yes, you are dead. I am a system who helped you and now you will be going from world to world to complete quests and-] The system was cut off from its listings as Starfire laughed. "Really?~ That sounds like a lot of fun. I accept!" She said with a grin that took the system aback. [But I didn't even...] "Mhm?" She rose a brow and the system just went silent, deciding to sulk in its mind instead. {She didn't even allow me to tell her the reward she gets after...} If it could, it would have gone to a dark corner in the space to crouch there and sulk. {I couldn't even brag about myself and how powerful I am to bring her from the dead...} ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Join Starfire as she journeys on... just for fun. Oh right, I almost forgot! The "Head" is also trying to get her to attain something and a mysterious person appeared who might be her friend or foe, amused by her behaviour. Be prepared for a dash of humor, action, world-hopping, mystery, and well... fun! Trigger warning: I shouldn't have to say this but there will be mentions of death and dark humor here as is expected in transmigration/reincarnation stories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is my original story and should not be copied. The pictures aren't mine. - Tennyliz.
Tennyliz · 188.1K Views

I Was Transported To An Adult Game On My Deathbed

What would you do if, on your deathbed, you were offered one last game? Would you choose a grand adventure? A tale of romance? A world to rule? Kayle made his choice—an adult game. A game he never got to experience in his first life. But instead of indulgence, he wakes up at rock bottom—a lowly servant boy in a crumbling brothel, trapped in a city on the brink of ruin. His goal remains the same: to enjoy the story he never got to play. Unfortunately, his very existence is already rewriting it. One day while walking through the streets of the capital city's slums, everyone suddenly bowed down to me. "Greetings! Godfather!" **** Disclaimer 1. "Is this a harem?" A common question from my previous novel, so I'll address it upfront. No, it is not. At least, not in the traditional sense. He'll have relationships with many girls, but most of them will be a fling. There will only be one final heroine. 3. If you decide to give my novel a try, first, thank you! Second, I would love if you could leave a few comments or a review. The feedback and confirmation that people are reading my book helps to keep me writing. 4. There is no smut in my book. I repeat, there is NO SMUT in my book. I know the title can be misleading, but I assure you, there is no smut in my book. (Important things should be repeated three times.) 5. I'm currently working on fixing my update schedule, but it should be sorted by March and will most likely be 3-4 chapters a week.
Lagaru · 21.8K Views

That morning I didn't give in to the storm

This is a heartfelt story of healing, faith, and rebirth. The narrator begins her journey amid an emotional storm, symbolized by an actual tempest outside. After a painful and unexpected breakup, she makes the difficult decision to get up and take her first step toward the light. The days that follow are heavy with sorrow, but she begins to find comfort in small, everyday moments. The quiet kindness of strangers—a baker, passing children—offers her unexpected encouragement. One day, in a park, she meets David, a photographer who also carries the weight of personal loss. Their initial conversations are honest but not romantic—just two wounded souls recognizing each other. As they continue to meet, sharing silences and struggles, a sense of peace gradually returns to her. Her faith, prayer life, and David's quiet authenticity help her rebuild from within. Yet, when a memory or message from her past resurfaces, she is shaken. Though tempted to retreat, she begins to write poetry in a journal and discovers a healing voice in herself. David later invites her to a photo exhibition. One image deeply moves her: a tree bent by the rain, yet still standing. She realizes it was taken the day they first met—an image that mirrors her own resilience. One starlit evening, they finally speak of love—not the fairy-tale kind, but a love that chooses to hope again despite the scars. She silently prays, asking God if she's ready to love. Peacefully, she receives her answer. The story closes on a calm morning. She’s making coffee with a lighter heart. David arrives with warm bread. No words at first—just a look, a smile. That morning, she didn’t give in to fear. And so, their true story begins.
JEREMIE_TCHINDEBE · 1.8K Views
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