Not Even Bones

After being sent to another world because of a god's mistake, Lin Fan obtained the ability to...tame? "What? As long as I raise affection, I can tame anything? Even gods?" "Could I even make a harem with this power?" ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/DXHaseoXD Discord: https://discord.gg/BGrNgsbXXG

A demon named makeshift has hidden potential, as if fate was with him. However dealing with the dangerous realm that is hell, makeshift struggles with many burdens of being a demon.

Tristan was an ordinary gamer until a freak accident left him dead—and reborn as a skeleton in a dangerous new world. Guided by a mysterious system, he must absorb souls to evolve, climbing from a brittle skeleton to a being of unimaginable power. But with each evolution, his humanity slips further away, pulling him toward the ultimate fate: becoming a Demon God. In a land of heroes, monsters, and gods, can Tristan hold onto his past self, or will he embrace the darkness within?

Orphaned at a young age , Layla Llewellyn feels like the luckiest girl in the world after she moves in with her uncle Bill , a gardener who lives on the scenic Arvis estate in the Berg Empire . To Layla Arvis seems like paradise ; she loves to explore the vast forest , always bringing her notebook to record the wildlife she encounters . She especially loves the birds , watching them with awe as they hatch and grow from fluffy chicks into beautiful birds . Duke Herhardt , the young , handsome lord of Arvis , is also interested in birds--- and Layla . But the difference is , he's interested in birds because he likes to hunt them.... and he's interested in Layla because he likes to make her cry . If a lovely bird is trapped in a golden cage , which will she choose : a life of luxury , or freedom ?

Jillian was having a dream about a boy holding his lover in his arms and calling her name several times, she noticed that her dream was always the same ,and asked herself why did she dream like that ,will she ever find the answer in her questions?

In the vastness of existence, where the magical and the mundane intertwine, where a skeleton - intricately connected bones - collide, we find ourselves on a journey unlike any other. It begins in a world of creaturely fantasies and seductive contradictions. At the centre of it all is Bones, a lowly, weak skeleton who possesses something special: perception. Tired of the monotonous existence of his skeletal brethren, of endless decay and hundreds of years spent in the damp, dark underground. Driven by a deep desire to discover the meaning of a real life, Bones ventured out into the world outside, a chaotic world of humans, a world full of joy, excitement and sadness... And then his path crosses with Lealia, an aristocratic girl on the run from a forced marriage and the stifling bonds of her aristocratic family. Their shy meeting forms the basis of an extraordinary relationship, a testament to the power of self-discovery and the beauty of a unique love. Together they will uncover conspiracies, face formidable enemies and fight to protect their own identities. Prepare for a story that perfectly blends dark humour with philosophical reflection, a tale where the mundane meets the magical, and an unlikely but deeply moving love story. It is a journey to find the meaning of life, the desire for freedom...

When young Auriel tragically meets his end, he awakens to a bizarre reality on the distant planet of Warkinels. Reincarnated as a necromancer tree, he finds himself immersed in a world governed by a real-life game system, where every creature is relentlessly striving to level up and gain strength. Unfazed by his peculiar transformation, Auriel embraces his new identity and sets out on a singular quest: to ascend the ranks and become the most powerful being in the Warkinels. With each encounter, he absorbs the life force of fallen creatures, enhancing his own abilities and expanding his necromantic influence. As Auriel delves deeper into the intricacies of Warkinel’s game system, he discovers hidden mechanics and exploits that allow him to accelerate his progression. Along the way, he forms alliances with fellow adventurers and clashes with rival factions, all vying for dominance in the ever-shifting landscape of Warkinels. Driven by an insatiable thirst for power, Auriel navigates treacherous dungeons, battles formidable foes, and unearths ancient artifacts that augment his necromantic prowess. But with each victory comes greater challenges, as rival players and malevolent forces seek to thwart his ascent. As Auriel rises through the ranks of Warkinel’s hierarchy, he becomes a force to be reckoned with, feared and respected by all who dare to oppose him. Yet, amidst his quest for supremacy, he must grapple with the moral implications of his actions and confront the darkness that lurks within his own heart. Arboreal Ascendance is a riveting tale of ambition, sacrifice, and the pursuit of power, as one boy's journey from death to rebirth leads him on an epic quest to conquer the game of life itself.

REBORN AS A SKELETON! Scammed and abandoned, Sean Jackson died a miserable death. But death wasn't the end, it was just the beginning. Reborn as a skeleton in a dark forest, Sean finds himself in a world where the undead are revered; nobles in a twisted hierarchy. Now, with nothing to lose and power he never had in life, Sean sees his chance to take everything the world denied him. (A/N: This story explores dark and mature themes including slavery, trauma, and the depths of lust and ambition. Reader discretion is advised.) ps. Discord server: https://discord.gg/fNvBMyEdzg

It's Payday Fellas

Kurosawa Katsuki, a high schooler with a fierce, predator-like gaze, plays the role of the kind enforcer in a gang by day, while enduring abuse at the hands of his father, Masarai, a bitter, former star fighter, by night. Despite the gang's bullying, Katsuki secretly tries to soften their impact. A diligent student with a sharp intellect, he dreams of escaping his father’s grip by attending college far away. Yuzuki, a brave classmate who isn’t intimidated by his fearsome gaze, soon notices the kindness hidden beneath Katsuki’s tough exterior. As she learns about his troubled home life, she begins to support him in small ways, even discovering he works at a convenience store to save money. As their bond deepens, Katsuki’s painful past and future ambitions collide, forcing both him and Yuzuki to confront the harsh realities of his life. Will Katsuki be able to endure the pain and suffering until college, or is he doomed to repeat the same miserable fate as his father? This one-shot story about tragedy, bittersweet, and coming-of-age is about to begin! Warning: This story contains graphic content, including depictions of domestic violence, sexual assault, suicide, and dark strategies. It is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for the faint of heart. The narrative explores disturbing themes and the psychological toll of trauma and survival. Please proceed with caution! Treat! Here's the visualisation for the one-shot: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Jh0pDrKy-S_wm1MDB1F8RQXzvJ22UI-J?usp=drive_link

Ashriel Bone died within minutes of his birth due to his lack of mana poles. Without his mana poles, the mana inside and naturally surrounding him suffocated him. In the world of Vitros, mana poles were used to properly circulate mana throughout the body safely. "Boy! Your time has not yet come. You're a new soul, it is much too early for you to rest in the Soul Plane. Here let me help you." With the wave of her hand, 1 of Ashriel's mana poles were opened. "You're possibly the last part of his legacy, I have to save you, but I don't have to give you a life worth living. Death at birth is too early an escape for your life of suffering. Have fun in life as the weakest living thing alive!" -------- This is my first book so my writing skills aren't great. If you see any mistakes feel free to tell me and I'll fix it. :) - Author I don't know the update schedule for the book yet because I'm in college but I'll try to publish 4 chapters a week, 2 during the week and 2 during the weekend. When breaks come, I'll try to do double this.

Death is not always an escape. From our corpses, monster may rise. Necromancy may lay these monsters to rest, but may also bring them closer to life. Follow our protagonist, who falls into both of these categories, for better, or for worse. Will contain gore, touch on mental illness, so be advised. This isn't made for joy.

I was a horrible husband, and a scumbag father. Having amnesia wasn’t an excuse. Even so, because of that, I lost my family instantly. In order to save Nero– my son and heir– I killed my daughter Neoma. And then I had to witness Mona, my neglected wife, die in front of me. Why did I have to regain all my memories at that exact moment? I wanted to die with Mona and Neoma. And, just when I thought I could finally be reunited with them, I opened my eyes and realized I turned back time. I returned at the exact moment Mona and I were in the middle of discussing divorce. Divorce? No way in hell would Nikolai divorce Mona this time!

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After arriving at Qin Academy, Luo became a disciple. but what awaited him. The supremes bow down to me. ...... Give me ideas in Comment I will Accept them and intefrate them in my story if they are reasonable enough.

Following the urge for a better life Yani a 22 year-old girl lives her hometown to the city of Las vegas She fines herself in a situation she's not able to tell a word to anything that breathes Let's see what the future holds for her

“The daughters of a man like that doesn’t deserve to live.” The crowd chattered angrily, they were ready to tear them apart. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death.” She raised her head slowly, she glanced at the current emperor of the Aubreun Empire, he wasn’t very much different from how she remembered him; he was only dressed in the clothes of the imperial palace and his name had changed. “Heads down you insolent witch!” One of the palace guards snapped before smacking her cheeks, her head snapped to the side and blood seeped from the cut. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death!” The crowd kept on chanting. “The tyranny of the duchy of Elderslot has come to an end his majesty should do us a favor and kill them all.” “Kill them all!” “Show no mercy!” “Off with their heads!” “Silence!” The Emperor yells and the crowd grew silent. “The house of Elderslot has indeed committed treason against the imperial family and the empire as a whole, but I assure you, the Duke of Elderslot and all those responsible has been executed.” Her heart hammered in her chest, and once again she dared to look up at him, he spoke with a dignified arrogance whilst radiating kingly aura; he was like a stranger. “My verdict is mercy, they shall be given their lives but their positions will be reduced to nothing.” The tears that well in her eyes, slipped and fell to her blooded dress. The Emperor turned in her direction as he spoke. “They shall be left with nothing,” their eyes met and his hardened immediately. “Nothing but shame and pain to clothe them.”

I am continuing the story! Go to my profile and select is it wrong to be the ultimate adventurer if you want to read this story. I re-wrote it under fan-fiction instead of as an original novel! Enjoy!

Matthew Hansen is an orphan who lives on his own, in a crummy old apartment building, he came upon a fortuitous encounter with an old man, who gave him the newest, fully immersive virtual game system Valkareth, Join Matthew in his adventures as the most powerful mage in all of Valkareth!

[ Yeah, Sofia was my first love, but she broke my heart into pieces] [ Pikfred] I had this friend online called Pikfred Water. How we got to know each other was like a magic, ' boom!' we are friends now. Pikfred never wanted to tell me his name, and I didn't know why he was doing that, all these days I met him online. But I think we are friends now, so why don't you tell me your name or show me your personality Pikfred?. ' Hmmm' I try my possible best for him to talk to me, but he keeps refusing my request anytime I ask him. Pikfred and I were friends but nothing I know about him. ' Hmm', 'I can't wait to see Pikfred'...

"What if I'm more broken than you realize? What if I'm too messed up for you?" My voice cracked as I looked up at him with tears brimming my lashes. "What if my world is too crazy for you, Dorado? There's a darkness inside of me and it's swallowing me whole. You haven't seen me at my worst. And I'm scared for you to see me in those moments. I'm scared you'll turn your back on me like everyone else. I'm scared I'll lose you like I do everyone else."

Who's to say that their arranged marriage won't also be a disaster? Isn't love underrated? Love's never enough in a marriage, so why bother with it in the first place? Is it to prove to everybody else that they're different and won't hurt each other?

What happens when a bond forged by destiny turns into a battle of wills? Can love survive betrayal, pride, and years of unresolved pain? Richard and Maya were born into lives of privilege, their families entwined by generations of friendship and loyalty. Was their connection a blessing or a chain holding them captive? Richard, the arrogant heir to an empire, had everything handed to him—except the wisdom to cherish what truly mattered. Maya, raised with discipline and grace, was the one person who always stood by him. But how long can love endure when respect is absent? When Richard’s reckless actions humiliate Maya in front of the world, she walks away from everything they’ve built. Was leaving the only way she could reclaim her identity? Could distance heal the wounds he inflicted, or would the scars remain forever? Stripped of his wealth and status, Richard is forced to face his demons. Can a man raised in entitlement truly change? Will he ever earn the forgiveness of the woman he once took for granted? Years later, fate forces them together in an arranged marriage. Can two hearts broken by each other learn to beat as one again? Manny swears she’ll never forgive him, but can her resolve withstand Richard’s newfound devotion? Is his transformation real, or just another mask? What happens when hate begins to blur into love? Will Manny let her walls down, or will the past always stand between them? With every twist and turn, "Am Not Yours" asks: Can a love born in pain and betrayal ever become something pure? Or is letting go the only way to truly be free?

Can the life of this man, Ennit Raynor can be peaceful? Working may be his specialty but reincarnating was not on his list. Ennit is nothing but man who is suicidal. But fortunately, fate did not agreed his choices. He had died in the early age of 27. Thinking he was free, he wanted to disappear. But, it wasn't his time to die yet. His soul was forcefully taken out of his body by this so-called "grim reaper". Because of the uncommon situation, he was now in another world...or was it? To think he would actually end up in a novel, this is not on Ennit's wishlist. Now, he was in the role of a background character. Will he succeed in dragging himself from death? Or will he ran towards it?

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.