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The Chronicles of a Fallen Paradise

There was once a young man named Varian, he was a homeless man who slept on the city streets due to his low budget. When he was working to gather plastic bottles to earn some money. He then saw a group of men and women wearing white hoodies that covered their faces walking towards an unknown path close to a nearby village. Varian asked people around about them, but everyone thinks he is a crazy person spreading lies about a bunch of things. Varian then realized that he was the only person who could see them. Without thinking twice, Varian decided to follow them. About 30 minutes later, the group that was followed by Varian stopped as they were frozen like a statue. Varian has a bad feeling about what will happen, he then lifts his face and sees a massive cave on the edge of the village. Without hesitation, Varian leaves the group and goes to the cave. He needs to know the truth about what is happening right now, why was he the only one who could see the group of people and the unknown path. Varian entered the cave with caution, the cave is getting darker by each second. After some time passed, he arrived at the end of the cave. There was a giant tree standing in the middle of the area, Varian go to the tree as fast as he could so he can examine it closer. Varian noticed that there was a hole that'd fit his body on the tree. Varian hesitated whether he should continue his journey or not. Varian came to a statement that he would be continuing his journey after thinking about it for a moment, he entered the hole. The atmosphere was very dark and the path was somehow long for just a tree. After some time, he saw a glowing light from the exit. Varian was relieved for a moment when he heard a roar from an unknown species as if they were chasing him from behind. He ran as fast as he could to the glowing light, he is now finally free from that roaring. When he tried to open his eyes, he was very shocked after seeing a whole different world where there were no modern furniture or gadgets in this world, as if it was never there.
Hariz_Izz · 713 Views

Stolen Glances And Hidden Feelings

Stolen Glances & Hidden Feelings is a high school BL romance filled with slow-burn tension, angst, and heartwarming moments. Elliot Carter has spent most of his high school life keeping his head down, blending into the background. With his beanie hiding his long hair and blue contacts masking his unique heterochromic eyes, he prefers to remain unseen—especially by Kieran Hayes, the popular, charming guy who never seems to leave him alone. Kieran has been tormenting Elliot for years, pushing him to the edge with his teasing smirks and relentless remarks. But when an unexpected moment forces Kieran to see Elliot in a different light, everything begins to change. The teasing turns into lingering glances, the insults start feeling like something else entirely, and Kieran finds himself drawn to the boy he once ignored. Elliot, guarded and hesitant, doesn’t know whether to trust this sudden shift—or the fluttering in his chest whenever Kieran is near. As secrets unravel, friendships are tested, and emotions run wild, both boys must confront the truth hidden in stolen glances and unspoken words. Will they find the courage to face their feelings, or will fear and pride keep them apart? A story of first love, self-discovery, and the beauty of embracing one’s true self—Stolen Glances & Hidden Feelings is a journey through the messy, complicated, and unforgettable moments of falling in love. Does this capture the vibe you’re aiming for? I can tweak it if you want more drama, mystery, or fluff! Here are the detailed character descriptions for Stolen Glances & Hidden Feelings: --- Main Characters Elliot Carter Age: 17 Grade: Sophomore at Gracemore High Appearance: Soft features, pale skin, and a delicate frame. He has naturally heterochromic eyes (one blue, one green) but wears blue contact lenses to hide them. He keeps his long, wavy dark brown hair tucked under a beanie. Personality: Shy, reserved, and artistic. He expresses himself through his drawings, using art as an escape from reality. He struggles with low self-esteem and prefers blending into the background. Background: Has been bullied by Kieran and Mason since middle school, making him fearful of standing up for himself. His older brother, Leo, is overprotective of him. Character Arc: Starts as timid and closed off but slowly learns to open up. Begins developing feelings for Kieran in Chapter 15 after realizing Kieran sees him differently. Kieran Hayes Age: 18 Grade: Junior Appearance: Tall, muscular, and effortlessly attractive. He has short, tousled dark hair and sharp green eyes that can be both intimidating and mesmerizing. Personality: Charismatic, confident, and popular. At first, he comes off as arrogant and cruel, especially toward Elliot. However, deep down, he hides his own insecurities. Background: Comes from a well-off but emotionally distant family. He has always been the center of attention but never truly felt understood. He initially bullies Elliot, but in Chapter 7, he realizes his feelings for him. Character Arc: Starts as Elliot’s tormentor but slowly grows attached to him. As he falls in love, he begins to regret his past actions. His journey revolves around redemption and self-acceptance. --- Supporting Characters Noah Sullivan Age: 17 Grade: Sophomore Appearance: Short, messy blond hair and deep brown eyes. Always wearing a hoodie and sneakers. Personality: Protective, sarcastic, and fiercely loyal. He is Elliot’s best friend and the only one who defends him from bullying. Background: Comes from a middle-class family. He has known Elliot since childhood and treats him like a little brother. Character Arc: Helps Elliot gain confidence and pushes him to stand up for himself. Asher Bennett Age: 18 Grade: Junior Appearance: Lean
Benjamin_5621 · 21 Views

Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR
The_One_Who_Was · 1.4M Views

DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY / FASTEST CRYPTOCURRENCY RECOVERY EXPERT

WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The scent of freshly brewed espresso and vintage Led Zeppelin records should have been my retirement anthem. But I was hunched over a computer in my still-under-construction vinyl record cafe, screaming at a blockchain explorer as if it just ridiculed my acoustic session. My life savings, $430,000 worth of Bitcoin, carefully earned over a decade of writing alt-rock ballads for car commercials, vanished into thin air. The culprit? Some smooth "investment manager" who'd promised me "Taylor Swift-level returns" on crypto staking, then bailed faster than my band's 2008 reunion tour.  The scam was a cringe symphony.Guy had a LinkedIn profile dotted with adjectives such as "Web3 maestro" and "DeFi virtuoso," an autotuned elevator jazz playing website, and a contractual loophole big enough to drive a tour bus through. I signed over access like a groupie handing over backstage passes. Poof. Gone. Money. My café's espresso machine sat in its box, accusatorially. My spouse said I needed to "get a real job again." Even my dog gave me the side eye. Enter my drummer, Chad, a guy who had escaped a festival pyro tragedy by jumping into a kiddie pool. He texted me: "Bro, look at Digital Tech Guard Recovery. They're crypto Roadies." I pictured a group of pierced hackers in black hoodies, blowing gum and cracking firewalls. Good enough. Digitals crew followed the scambot's trail with the ferocity of a producer hunting for the perfect bassline. The crook had routed my Bitcoin through privacy coins, obscured wallets, and exchanges located in countries that I couldn't spell. Their engineers stalked his path like a creep watching a pop star's concert tour schedule, in cooperation with Interpol and a Cypriot bank used also as a hub for meme stocks. As it turns out, my "maestro" had become careless, stashing money in a wallet associated with a failed NFT venture named "Aping for Jesus." Typical. Sixteen days later, my wallet beeped. Balance returned. No taunting, only a curt email: "Scammer's assets frozen. Your money's back. Buy better speakers." I blasted "Eye of the Tiger" through the café sound system, shocking a hipster with oat milk. The espresso machine finally came online. Digital Tech Guard Recovery didn't just restore my cryptocurrency; they wrote the encore for my midlife crisis. My café exists today, littered with grail-worthy records on the walls and a tip cup emblazoned "ETH accepted." Chad's no longer on the espresso machine, but he's got free coffee for life. If your cryptocurrency is ever swindled by a cyber rockstar, don't go into existential tailspin. Call the Digitals. They'll turn your faceplant into a victory lap. Just maybe screen your "maestros" harder than your band's setlist.
Bobby_felix · 325 Views

HIRE THE MOST EXPERIENCE CRYPTO SCAM RECOVERY DIGITAL TECH GUARD

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.
Ross_Jennifer · 370 Views

Becoming Ellie

Nobody sees Ellie. They see Mason, this awkward, lanky kid who barely speaks. The one who hides under hoodies, head down, trying to blend into walls. They don’t see the girl trapped underneath, the one who’s been screaming into pillows and mirrors for years, begging to be real. Then comes Zoe. Bright, loud, unapologetically queer Zoe—someone who doesn’t give a damn about fitting in. She’s everything Ellie isn’t allowed to be. And in a wild, reckless moment, Ellie tells her truth: "I'm not Mason. I'm Ellie." It’s terrifying and electric—like ripping off a mask that’s melted into your skin. For the first time, someone sees her. Her best friend Jamie doesn’t flinch. Her little sister almost says, “I knew it.” And in stolen moments, Ellie starts to live—tiny rebellions like growing her hair, whispering her name to the mirror, running a secret Instagram where she can just be. Every step is a victory, but every victory has a price. Her father’s rage is a thunderstorm—loud, blinding, impossible to reason with. Her mother’s tears are quieter but sharper, like glass splinters under her skin. Teachers shrug her off; classmates whisper. Even some friends scatter. When home finally breaks her, Ellie runs. Nowhere to go, but anywhere is better than a house that feels like a prison. Coming out isn't a happy ending; it's a battle. Therapy, support groups, filling out name-change forms while strangers look at her like she’s a freak. Every small victory—being called her real name, the first hormones kicking in, a prom dress that fits—feels like a stolen breath. But it's enough. Enough to keep fighting. Because Ellie isn't just surviving. She's becoming. And that’s something no one—not her father, not her school, not the world—can take from her.
WJ_Constantine · 1.3K Views

Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.
Duke_Asmodeus · 1.4M Views

Lout of the Count’s Family - (Part-I)

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. ------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This is an unofficial translation of the novel "Lout of Count's Family." Every effort has been made to ensure accuracy, but there may be errors or omissions. The original work holds the sole copyright, and this translation is intended for entertainment purposes only. No commercial use is permitted without the author's consent. Please note that cultural nuances, idioms, and literary devices might be lost or altered in translation. The translator does not claim ownership of the original work or its characters. If you find any errors or have suggestions, please feel free to provide feedback. Thank you for reading! [Author – Yu Ryeo Han] [Proofreader – Rai_Mayank]
GroupChatOn · 1.3M Views

Weltenreiter Teil 1 - fällt er in den Graben, fressen ihn die Raben

Das Leben ist nicht immer leicht. Vor allem nicht als depressive Abiturientin, mit Narben im Gesicht. Dabei wünscht sich Hope Reuther einfach nur ein normales Leben. Sie wusste ja schon immer, dass mit ihr etwas nicht stimmt. Noch dazu macht sie trotz ihrer bitteren Vergangenheit, ihr Abitur ein Jahr zu früh. Was die Sache mit dem normalen Leben noch ein bisschen komplizierter macht. Da Hope jedoch sowieso von den meisten gemieden wird, weil sie weder die Kapuze ihres schwarzen Hoodies noch ihre Handschuhe jemals ablegt, hatte sie sich da eigentlich eh schon keine allzu großen Hoffnungen gemacht. Zudem lässt sie die Tatsache, dass ihr einziger Freund ein paranoider Rabe ist, der ihr folgt und sie pausenlos vollquatscht, zunehmend an ihrer Zurechnungsfähigkeit zweifeln. Als ihr Lehrer ihr dann auch freudig eröffnet, dass sie das beste Abitur des Jahrgangs geschrieben haben soll und ihr von einer ominösen Organisation namens "WELTENREITER" ein Stipendium angeboten wird, würde Hope am liebsten schreiend (oder kotzend?) davonlaufen. Doch einer der angeblichen Studenten, die sie rekrutieren sollen, scheint viel mehr zu wissen, als er preisgeben mag. Der weißhaarige Fremde mit den silbernen Augen, der zu allem Überfluss auch noch Night heißt, ist so weit von Normalität entfernt, dass es fast schon wehtut. Und gerade als Hope denkt, es könnte nicht noch schlimmer werden, ist bereits völliges Chaos ausgebrochen und ihr Leben total auf den Kopf gestellt. Sprechende Raben, apokalyptische Reiter, das biblische Ende aller Welten... und ein Zurück erscheint unmöglich...
larafweber · 937 Views
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