Well Written Historical

Synopsis: Five years after Rion successfully rejected the ending written by her author, she finds herself rewritten but now she must face the reality of the additional NPC Mira Elen in their fantasy novels Mira enters various worlds of the novel genre and former villains who have been "erased or defeated" begin to gather and declare Mira Elen as a candidate for the failed villain to be written. Now, Mira must choose: accept her new script as an antagonist, or join the rebellion against the system.

Han So-Young, 30, single, Korean, and totally uninterested in men — or so she claimed — lived a quiet life until she died heroically saving a stray puppy from a speeding truck. A tragic yet poetic end. What she didn’t expect… was to wake up inside a novel. Not just any novel. A brutal, blood-soaked historical fantasy called Mystery You. A book known for its vicious politics, class warfare, and a body count in the triple digits. A story without romance. Without forgiveness. Without happy endings. Worse yet, she’s transmigrated not as a bystander… But as the villainess herself — Elizabeth Port Shelberg. Daughter of the infamous Shelberg family. Slave owner. War profiteer. Tyrant in pearls and corsets. The woman destined to be executed at the hands of the revolutionary hero, Arthur Penrose, by Volume 3. So-Young has no one. No mysterious system. No help from people. All she has is the memory of how it ends and perhaps a gifted ability she gained after being transmigrated. Now trapped in the 1850s of an alternate world, where slavery still thrives and power is soaked in blood, So-Young has two choices: • Follow the script. • Or burn the whole damn book down. But changing fate won’t be easy. Because in this world… The only thing worse than being powerless is being merciful.

Aetherholt a sprawling, fog-choked city where reality wears thin. The city straddles the border between the waking world and an ancient, decaying realm known as the Noctarium a place where forgotten gods, lost memories, and unspeakable knowledge drift through the dark. The world is powered by “Versecraft,” a mystic art rooted in literature, emotion, and memory. Individuals known as Inkbound can channel supernatural abilities through written passages poems, novels, ancient texts often drawn from the author's soul or historical works. Each Inkbound follows a Path of Inspiration, mirroring their literary style and emotional core. However, ascending these paths too quickly without control leads to "Mad Prose Syndrome" a slow descent into poetic madness and eventual corruption by the Noctarium. other tags for the book are Urban Fantasy,Dark Fantasy, Mystery, Supernatural, Psychological, Slow Burn

If you are into Overpowered Main character, this book is for you. This is the most overpowered character you would find who started from the bottom to the top. A thrilling journey and adventure on his path of power and to the absolute peak. ___________________________ Anthony was an orphan and has been through the hard life filled with suffering Working twenty four hours a day with nothing to show for it. He prayed everyday for a better day but god seem to not hear him He only read novels and other books in other to escape his harsh reality, because it was only in it he found solace He died one night on his way home from work after cursing god for the first time as a result of his frustration. He thought he would be heading to hell for cursing god. But a Unique being that even the universe couldn't fathom was intrigued with Anthony's soul. He decided to grant Anthony a wish after he had been through a hard life Follow Anthony as he vows to achieve whatever he couldn't in his past life. He shall stand above all with absolute power All tremble with just the mention of his name Overpowered✓ Handsome✓ NOTE: This is my first book. HAREM PASS: DENIED R-18: DENIED Support us with your power stone and gift. Check out my discord to know how to increase the release rate to three chapters daily from the one chapter daily rate. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/ZNUNmJEEVC .................................................................... NOTE: The book cover isn't mine, if the owner wants me to remove it, I will

Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin met in their teenage years and became each other’s first love, spending the happiest days of their lives together. But eventually, they broke up. After losing contact for ten years, the two grew up apart. Unexpectedly, they meet again at a restaurant on a blind date. But time changes people. On a blind date, you meet the one that got away, only to discover that they have changed greatly... This is a story of reconciliation and slice-of-life romance, divided between the younger years and the adult years. After all the twists and turns, will the two be able to go back to where they started?

After dying a pathetic death as an overworked office drone, I woke up reincarnated as Archer—the bastard prince of the Brutish Empire. My existence is a royal secret as My father, the King, would rather pretend I don't exist. My half siblings get royal treatment while I'm hidden away like a dirty secret. But I have a secret of my own. I was OP. By age two, I realized monsters flee from my stupidly OP mana. By age ten my mana could level cities—if I dare to unleash it. When my half-sister is kidnapped by the demon king, I finally decided to step out of hiding to become the strongest in this new world.

It was the same boring normal lifestyle. Waking up as early as 6am, and going to work at 7am. Working very hard like a working machine every single day and returning from work at 8pm. But what was all that hard work for? She was controlled and used by her superiors, who had always claimed her merits and great achievements as their own. It was late in the night. After getting out of the blue bus and walking along the sidewalk, on her way to her tiny apartment, she suddenly halted out of frustration. The purse that was hanging around her neck, she removed it and threw it on the floor with an agonizing groan. Her pale face, which had dark circles underneath her eyes, looked up at the sky, and pointing her right finger at the sky, she quarreled, “Are you having fun watching my pathetic life?! Huh?! Are you going to mock me like everyone else does?! I overheard everything my colleagues said about me behind my back! They said that I was a naive fool! They said that I was only a tool to them, meant to be used!”. “But is that fair?! It wasn't enough that my superiors always took credit for my hard work. But, the colleagues I thought of as my friends had also been taking advantage of me, and I only found out about that today! Every single damn time, they all came to me, behaving pitifully and begging me that I should help them resolve their own work issues, and I, as naive and foolish as I am, helped them out, despite the stress involved in it”. “I do not even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep! Why is this world so cruel to me?! Is it because I don't have any people to call my family?! Is it because I don't have parents?!”. She yelled at the top of her lungs and held her chest using her left hand. The passersby stared at her and were muttering to themselves, “She must have gone crazy”. Yeah, she had gone crazy. Crazy because of her unfair life, that she didn't care at all if it all came to an end. “What I would give to be the boss of my own life!”. She yelled again, before she broke down crying and slowly sat down on the ground. Her palms covered her face for a few seconds, not having a single clue that those few seconds would change her life for good. “Watch out!!!”. Someone screamed at her, but it was too late for her. She removed her palms from her face and silently watched as a car drove recklessly towards her. ‘See? My life is pathetic’. She thought, before her body was crushed. And before she lost consciousness and died, her body was drenched in blood. …. Opening her eyes, she got very confused. The first words that came out of her mouth were this: "Didn't I die?”. Staring at her surroundings, she got even more confused. As she sat up on the bed, she felt a stinging pain in her head as a flood of memories, which she knew didn't belong to her, flashed in her mind. “Wait, what? Since when am I the granddaughter of a farmer and the daughter of the great wing city leading superstars? And since when did I have a Cheat Farm System and a fiancè?! I don’t understand any of these, you freak. I am not Piper Graham. You got the wrong person”. …. “Hahaha! The old me is dead starting from this very moment! Watch me climb up to wealth using my Cheat Farm System! In this new life, I will become the boss, not the employee!!”. She jumped around her tiny bedroom as she shouted to her heart's content after realizing that she had been given a new shot at life.

In a world where power must be earned, David is different — he doesn't chase strength. It flows to him. Born with a mysterious gift, he passively absorbs mana every moment, converting it into limitless physical power. While others train, he evolves. While they sleep, he ascends. But strength without purpose is a burden. As word of his growing might spreads, ancient forces begin to stir, and David is pulled into a world of forgotten wars, hidden truths, and a destiny written in the silence of the Well within him. He doesn't seek to rule — only to rise. And he will rise… without end.

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

"Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?" - song by Elvis Presley This is story about a young and beautiful girl, Catherine Qiu who has been raised by single mother. Her life changes when she meets Zyan Smith and falls in love with him. Zyan , a romantic at heart! Who would have guessed a self-proclaimed Casanova would fumble nervously and measure his words to a woman? With the right woman, a man always feels the compulsion to say the right words.  Catherine, painfully practical and a woman who would not recognize romance if it rained roses on her way. Excerpt: "let's get married" he said. "No I'll not Marry you. We don't love each why should I marry you? what benefits will I get?" she said. after some month: "let's get married " she said. "I'm always ready to marry you" he said. "I want to clear one thing I don't love you so are you still willing to marry me ? " she said without any emotions. few years later: " I want baby let's make one" she hugged her husband. "we already have two daughters" he said. she pouted. "but we can make love" he said leaving all his work. A girl who has lived with rejection from a man, her father, and is now slowly and warily stepping into a unknown territory of being a recipient of male attention. There is a long way to go before she fully entrusts her heart in the hands of a man. So Let's find out together the journey of Catherine and Zyan. English is not my first language so please pardon me. Cover is not mine, all credits goes to owner.

a collection of small bizzare and disturbing stories

Paradise Grey is a novel about a boy names Blue trying to find meaning and have fun along the way , he has to endure , live , learn and remember.*** Its a story that doesn't make sense in the beginning but if you stick around you'll get to enjoy the journey of Blue that doesn't only change him but its also changes you the reader as well , created & written by Thabiiso_Hendriick {Remember the is no light for those who do not know darkness}

In this bittersweet meta-romantic tale, Hinata is a girl from the real world who discovers that her closest friend, Alya, exists only in the pages of a novel. When Hinata learns that the author plans to delete Alya’s story, she begins to see the fading words, the crumbling scenes. Refusing to lose Alya, Hinata risks everything to cross the boundary between reality and fiction, determined to save her friend even if it means becoming part of the dying narrative herself. A haunting journey of friendship, sacrifice, and the power of love against an ending written in ink.

Yohan wakes up ten years in the past, back when he still lived with his uncle and hadn’t yet lost his parents’ massage parlour. With a strange book filled with wellness techniques in his hands, he decides to live differently this time—more aware, more purposeful, and maybe even more fulfilled.

Synopsis: Rion Altes thought he was just quiet. Observant. A little out of step. But when he finds a page describing his own future — word for word — he begins to notice the patterns. Conversations loop. Time slips. People say things they’ve already said. Or haven’t said yet. And somewhere between the silence and the script, he hears it: A voice narrating his life. Instead of breaking down, Rion does something worse: He starts to test it. The Boy Who Knew He Was Written is a gently surreal, emotionally sharp coming-of-age novel about choice, control, and the fine line between being alive... and being read.

A dystopian novel about a 15 year old girl who goes into a coma for 7 years... Mysteriously most of the population is gone.

The unknown murmurs in agony. Worlds fracture, and secrets long buried begin to stir. Above it all stands the Watcher, silent—until now. “Some books reveal secrets. This one erases them.” Across countless realms, paths open—twisting, dangerous, forbidden. They lead only one way: deeper into mystery. And yet the living follow. Not out of courage, but out of need. Out of fate. Each step forward unravels the fragile truth of their world. Nobles cloaked in scars, warriors without memory, and wanderers cursed by knowledge—they walk toward the origin of the unknown, unaware they are being watched... and written. The veil is thinning. The stories are bleeding together. The book that wasn't written has begun to write itself

A warrior seeking vengeance. A prince cursed by a demon. An empire on the brink of chaos. Meiying has spent years training in secret, preparing to return home; but when she does, she finds her family murdered and her home reduced to ashes. Her only path forward is revenge. Yet fate takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng from an ambush, unknowingly binding herself to his cursed destiny. Marked by the emperor’s desperate deal with dark forces, Cheng carries a burden that threatens not only his life but the empire itself. Mei unlocks a rare and ancient ability—the power to manipulate life force, once wielded by the empire’s protectors. As dark forces rise and political conspiracies unfold, Meiying is drawn into a battle far greater than her own revenge. With the empire on the brink of collapse, she must master her newfound power and choose where her loyalty lies. Can she break the curse and help save a doomed empire, or will her thirst for vengeance lead to destruction? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

***Warning!!! : My Novel writing style is characterized by poetic narration, rich metaphors, and highly detailed descriptions.*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world scarred by existential wounds and fractured memories, Fitran Fate is one of the few who still clings to his own will. Yet his destiny is bound to an ancient mystery hidden deep within the roots of the Tree of Life—and to the name of a woman he can never truly forget: Rinoa Alfrenzo. Rinoa, the heiress of House Alfrenzo from the Gaia nation, harbors a secret that even the gods cannot unravel. Her very existence bears witness to the world’s forgotten history, serving as a bridge between past and future, and as the key to a spiral of memories that refuse to be buried. As great powers—humans, angels, and void entities—clash to seize control over the roots of reality, Fitran and Rinoa find themselves caught in an endless war of meaning, betrayal, and the search for the origin of love and identity. Throughout his journey, Fitran faces immortal beings, ancient sorcerers, and god-forged machines created to seal away humanity’s sins. He navigates labyrinths built on incomplete logic, challenges the power of the Gödelian Curse, and traverses the ruins of the ancient machine city to awaken the world’s last hope: Deus Ex Machina. Meanwhile, Rinoa battles the curse of memory, hunted by Earth, Gaia, and entities from beyond—all in order to protect the fragments of names threatened with erasure from history. Yet the deeper they descend into the spiral of remembrance, the more they realize that memories and wounds are two sides of the same truth. Their love is tested by sacrifice, betrayal, and eternal loss. In the climactic battle against the Voidwright—the entity that rejects all meaning—Fitran and Rinoa must choose: accept oblivion as the end, or rewrite the world’s meaning with the ink of their own memory. As the roots of the Tree of Life crack and the gods intervene, the final question emerges: Can love endure in a world where even one’s own name cannot be remembered? Memory of Heaven is a dark fantasy epic about meaning, loss, and memory—a tale where every remembrance might be the key to heaven, or the beginning of everlasting ruin.

Noah isn’t ordinary — not in the way he thinks, moves, or survives. At just fourteen, he’s already outgrown the world he was born into. With a mind sharpened by grief, secrets, and something colder than ambition, he quietly builds a digital empire under the nose of everyone who thinks he’s just a quiet kid in the back row. Behind closed doors, he commands RAI — an AI system he engineered — and infiltrates layers of classified networks, tracing shadows tied to the one truth he can’t let go: The people who murdered his parents never disappeared. Now they wear suits, run covert syndicates, and call their plans "containment." When a quiet alliance forms between Noah and a powerful organization, he becomes their weapon — precise, untraceable, and far more dangerous than they realize. But his strike against the global syndicate known as the Mark of Serpent is only the beginning. As Noah digs deeper, he’s forced to choose between strategy and sentiment. The friends who stand beside him grow suspicious of the silence he’s wrapped himself in. His grandfather — the only adult who still sees the boy behind the brilliance — senses something shifting. And as the truth creeps closer, the question rises: What happens when the only person holding the line between order and chaos is a child no longer certain which side he’s on? Well… you’ll see.

Being Re-written.

Inexplicably, she had crossed over to the end of the 1970s and was thrown into the mountains. Fortunately, she is rescued by a handsome soldier. Only later does she discover that Brother Soldier is actually the unlucky male supporting role of a historical novel. He was used and deceived by the heroine in various ways and finally dumped on the grounds of the progressive new era not supporting arranged marriage. Damn, will such a good Brother Soldier will still end up like that in the future? If the heroine doesn’t want him, then step aside and let me have a go. But how will we live in a time that lacks modern food and clothing? Hey, I bring something different, now I can guide this male lead to be well-fed and make the heroine get mad.

Jae-Won was the perfect support — loyal, overlooked, and ultimately betrayed. When the girl he loved and the comrades he empowered left him for dead, he thought it was over. But fate had other plans. Thrown three years into the past, Jae-Won gets a second chance. This time, he won’t be their pawn. Armed with a glitch-like ability that defies time itself, he’s rewriting the rules — and rewriting his vengeance. They took everything. Now he’s taking time back.

She saw him for the first time without her glasses. A silhouette. A sweater. A voice like still water. Just a glance—fleeting, forgettable. A face in a sea of faces at the library. Or at least, that's how she wished she could remember it. But the truth was: she was whipped from the moment she first saw him. This wasn't just a crush- it was limerence, longing, and a yearning that refused to fade. As their conversations deepened, so did her confusion. Was he interested... or just kind? Was it love... or projection? She was falling in love more with what he represented... and learning, painfully, that what she was searching for was never in them to begin with. (Daily Updates! If you like it, do add it in your library for update notifcations & don't forget to vote!) ~ Lin

After I died, I woke up—not as the man I used to be, but as a woman in a world full of heroes and villains. I have no powers, no system, nothing to help me—just my new body and my intelligence, which isn't anything special. But even so, I will rise in this world. (Well, this is my first novel, so lol. English isn't my native language, so please don't get mad if something is written wrong.)

Mu Qingyun, once known as the most eligible bachelor in Beijing, has been reborn—not just into modern times, but straight into an interstellar world. Her new fate begins miserably. Though a true-born princess of the empire, her identity was stolen by a fake who took her place for years. When the truth came out, her biological parents still looked down on her, even saying, “Don’t come back and disgrace the royal family.” Thrown into the wilderness trial of the interstellar military academy, Mu Qingyun was immediately hated by the entire network for challenging the fake princess on the very first day. But Mu Qingyun couldn’t care less. With fire abilities surging in her right hand and a rare plant-based ability blooming in her left, she cut through enemies on the island, shielded her teammates in the ruins, and rose above all with unparalleled mental strength. With a single decisive act, she turned the tide and shocked the entire interstellar realm—becoming a viral sensation. Then, one day, her disguise slipped. The truth exploded across the networks: What?! This garbage star citizen is that powerful? And she has dual abilities?! Wait—this handsome guy is actually a girl?! No way—that’s the real imperial princess?! Meanwhile, Mu Qingyun just sneered at the man who had always played the weakling in front of her. “So the so-called ‘top commander of the military academy’ was just the fragile little chick on our team? You really do know how to act.”

Ren is your average young man trying to survive after being summoned in an unknown world.

Blanco a Superhuman , a very rascal superhuman was transported to another world with his son, Red a smart young lad to another world, by a wish , connecting both worlds together... Join this Rascal Father and his son to venture on this new world, along falling in love to someone that resembles his dead Wife, Empress Glycemia as they flirt on first sight, but developed to something Genuine... However, danger lurks in this world and its destruction. WARNING: Sexual Content/Swearing/Violence, not suitable to very young audiences