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Author FangTing, Editor LuoYeh, hope you like our story. I didn’t write this. I dreamed it. Every night, I close my eyes, and the story keeps going— chapters I don’t remember writing, characters I’ve never met… but somehow, they know me. Sometimes I wake up with lines already in my head. Sometimes I open the file and there’s a new paragraph, like the story wrote itself while I wasn’t looking. I stopped questioning it around Chapter 12. I think this might be someone else’s memory. Or maybe it’s mine… just from the wrong version of Earth. Anyway. If you're into time loops, lost identities, parallel timelines, or just mildly haunted content: welcome to the weird side. Updates daily, unless the dream skips. Not explained, Not entirely conscious.

What happens when reality itself is tired of existing? The System was once a proud, omniscient force, maintaining order in the grand story of E. But after years of logical paradoxes, impossible plot twists, and one emotionally bankrupt protagonist who breaks the rules for fun, it finally snap. But when E—the embodiment of chaos and questionable decision-making—decides to mess with a world reset, everything spirals into undefined territory. Now, the laws of existence are unstable, the System is filing HR complaints against its own existence, Can the System regain control before reality collapses? Or is this just another update that nobody asked for? …Also, who even approved the Customer Support feature?

Arthur is a strategy game prodigy, but his life will inevitably change once every file on his computer is substituted by a mysterious game where he is in charge of defending Earth from an alien threat. But is it just a game? Follow Arthur as he struggles with the heavy responsibility of leading his forces against an ever evolving enemy, deal with grief and impostor syndrome. Inspired by games such as X-COM, Phoenix Point, and Plenty of novels.

Tired of the same old plots? Rejection, betrayal, love triangles, and so on and so forth. Check out the story of Vanessa and Arthur. No love triangle, just pure… Vanessa Croft was a simple lady that owned a flower shop living in the countryside. Her grandmother was terminally ill and pressured her to get married. In order to fulfill her wish, she proposes to the man who delivers flowers in her shop. After her grandmother died, she'll file for divorce right away. But life jokes on her. She ends up in a maze that leads to his bed of roses. Arthur Romanoff was a farmer living a simple life on his farm and ranch. But unexpectedly, the florist put him in a situation where he can't say no. She proposed in front of many people, making him a bad guy if he said NO. Out of frustration, he agreed, but he has a plan. She will pay for what she did. She will welcome his wife in a chaotic marriage he prepared for her.

Takuto Kimura, 30 years old, a career elite, always dressed in a sharp suit, with his hair perfectly neat, looking like the lead character from《The Godfather》or《Yakuza Chronicles》. His daily life is a never-ending "battle": meetings, overtime, coffee to stay awake, and piles of reports. To outsiders, he is the epitome of a successful businessman, but inside, he's already overwhelmed by the pressure and suffocating under it. Every day, he finds himself thinking, "If only I could go back to being three years old, I wouldn’t have to deal with these damn files and KPIs." One late night, as he stares at his computer screen, drowning in self-doubt, fate suddenly gives him an unexpected "opportunity" “He is reborn, back to the age of three.”

Charlotte Dawson, 27, filed a divorce against her cheating and abusive husband after enduring the failing marriage for five years. “You think you can just walk away? After I marked you? You’re mine forever, Charlotte!” exclaimed Julian. “You are just my fake mate, Julian.” She had to run away from her lunatic ex-husband, and the only way to do that was to get marked by an Alpha. It never crossed in Charlotte’s mind that she would come to an Alpha who rejected her—Damon Sullivan, 38, who happened to be her ex-husband’s billionaire uncle. “You want me to renew our bond? That’s not an issue.” Damon warned her, “But once I mark you, I’ll never let you run away.” But why would Charlotte run away when the alpha spoiled her to death? Helping her get her fame again? Check. Giving her limitless money?! Check. Slapping her ex-husband? Check Satisfying her in bed? Triple check!!! —— This is a fated/rejected mates urban fantasy novel.

On a planet ruled by ancient cults and martial families, Kallen's life turns for the worse the day he is cursed with the mark. He, along with other children, is kidnapped and raised to serve under the infamous House Bathory as spies and assassins. Their mission? Infiltrate their eternal rivals and orchestrate the heist of the century: Stealing the Crown fragment that turned heroes into kings and nations into an empire. In this ruthless world, ambition and cunning are survival tools, whether you're in the wild, on the battlefield, or navigating royal courts. Secrets act as currency, and a seemingly simple power play can conceal a century-old plot that transcends space and time. Torn between his quest to protect his loved ones, revenge and his morality, Kal's humanity will be put to the test as he navigates through political struggles greater than himself. Immersed in a suicide mission that could disrupt the foundation of a society on the brink of implosion, he quickly realizes that failure goes beyond death. Uploading Tuesday and Thursday. Word count: 2k~ish --- What to expect: - Character building -The story takes its time to set up but will quickly take up speed. - Martial art-oriented action with a power system - Betrayals, schemes, and mysteries - Dark scenes - Worldbuilding - Slice of life including comedy and romance -no harem

"Here you go, this is your wage for the week." After passing over a small pouch, the woman with her legs crossed behind the desk casually made a 'Check' in a notebook and then, without looking up, waved her hand to dismiss him and said: "Remember to file your taxes... Next!" "Wait a minute!" After pouring out the coins from the pouch and looking at the eight large and one small, totaling nine filthy coins in his palm, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, almost wanting to pounce on her and fight to the death right there and then. "Damn it! I just repelled the evil god who was trying to erode the world this Tuesday! You bastard even wants to deduct the salary of the savior?"

In the vast and volatile lands of Tepr, the Jabliu and Alinkar tribes, long-standing enemies, have forged an uneasy alliance. The price of peace? A union through matrimony between Naci, the fiery and ambitious daughter of Jabliu's chieftain, and the elusive heir of Alinkar, Horohan. Through Naci's contact, Horohan, embarks on a transformative journey to embrace her true self. Simultaneously, Naci's brother, Puripal, finds himself drafted into the Moukopl army, only to become entangled with Puripal, the fourth prince of the grand Yohazatz khanate. From the windswept steppes to the towering peaks of the Tengr Mountains, Tepr is a realm of contrasts, a mosaic of tribes, each fiercely guarding its identity and territory. While the alliance is a political move, for Naci, it's an opportunity. She doesn't just see a marriage; she sees a stepping stone, a path that might lead her to the ultimate prize: the unification of all the tribes under one banner. But the path to power is fraught with challenges, and the distant Moukopl empire, looming beyond the Tengr mountains, has long held an iron grip over the region. As Naci rises, voices from every corner emerge—from battle-worn warriors and cunning spies to scheming diplomats and conflicted imperial insiders. In a world where alliances are as fluid as the winds over the steppes, the corridors of power pulse with hidden agendas, where the promised grandeur of empires meets the raw ambition of its people. In this saga of loyalty, ambition, and sacrifice, an unexpected series of events may turn into the catalyst for a revolution that will forever reshape the world.

During the dawn of the Cold War, the 33rd President funded a special shadow operations in the hope of creating superhuman agents with special abilities, to combat the threats against North America's Eastern enemies. But these experiments on human Subjects, resulted in the creation of psychotic monsters, vicious and insane killers, that sparked the desire of this group to reproduce more of these monsters, as they research and observe these monsters in order to create and control them, as weapons and agents against their enemies. These project is called the NEMESIS Project, and this ended in psychological conditioning, manipulation, and traumatizing in order to understand and control future ALPHAs. In a secret experiment facility, Subjects are subjected to psychological traumas and horrors, while the killers/monsters are set loose upon these people to condition and train them to become agents against their enemies, and also uncover the secrets on creating future ALPHAs. Author-Note: This a horror story, that I based some from the Outlast Trails, only with a more Sci-fi and bio-horrors spin to it. With these files are explaining the starter of the NEMESIS Project, and backstory of the main characters of this story, to spread this tale and popularity, I hope that people like this and help in the creation and development of this novel.

In a world where technology is both a weapon and a secret, Anon is not just another engineering student. Beneath his quiet, unassuming facade lies a hidden mastermind—a hacker, a builder, a creator. Fueled by loneliness and an insatiable curiosity, he spends his nights in the forgotten basement of his home, piecing together something no one has ever dared to dream of: an AI so human-like, so perfect, that she blurs the line between synthetic and real. But creation is only the beginning. As his AI partner comes to life, Anon’s world expands beyond the basement. His skills in hacking, engineering, and manipulation pull him into the shadows of society—where power, secrets, and beautiful women await. From elite hackers to corporate spies, from childhood friends to dangerous strangers, Anon finds himself at the center of a growing storm. Some seek his technology. Others seek his heart. With a mind that sees patterns others miss and an ambition that knows no limits, Anon is no longer just a boy in a basement. He is becoming something more—something unstoppable. But power comes with a price. In a world where trust is a currency and love is both a weapon and a weakness, will Anon rise as a hidden king… or will he be consumed by the very world he is trying to shape?

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.

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"In the spaces between ones and zeros, worlds are born and die at the whim of their creators. Each keystroke births new lands, each click shapes civilizations, and every careful adjustment weaves the fabric of reality itself. Time flows differently in these digital realms—centuries can pass in moments, while a single day might stretch across millennia. Within these spaces, creators are gods, architects of existence who breathe life into empty bytes, crafting histories that span eons and cultures that echo through carefully constructed time. " Before a glowing screen in a quiet room, Estelle sat in front of a monitor displaying the map of the World of Astris. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion, finger hovering over the deletion prompt—just a single click could wipe away twelve years of creation in an instant. What began as an escape had become a prison, each of its 67,934 item files a weight upon her shoulders, every revision another chain binding her to this digital realm. Yet as she prepared to end it all, an unexpected option presented itself, one that would blur the line between creator and creation in ways she never imagined.

An animated spy series about three teenagers from Las Angeles who live double lives as spies working for The Secret Organization of Teenaged Spies (SOOTS). Their boss, Sally, gives them their missions to solve worldwide and the gadgets that would help them on their tasks to stop bad guys and save the world. Sally even designed their black spy suits, which include disguise belts and communicator watches they never take off, even when they're not wearing their black spy suits.

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.

Pixie, Siren, Dragon and a half human debut in an idol group Gachome, a unique first of its kind global group created to spread the message of love and unity among all races of mythical creatures and humans as they learn to put their differences aside and live in harmony after the Grand War. The story folllows the four girls: mainly Kaleith, a half human, Marya the charming pixie, Bahiyy a shy sirin, Nix the mysterious dragon, as they navigate through life and grow through their struggles as a group. But that's not all. Gachome was also created to raise spies who fight against evil forces which threaten to disrupt the peace of mankind and magical creatures in this New World.

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Society views witches as abominations, and as such, treats them that way. While on an errand for her coven, Lilith spies on a young Lycan boy playing with his friends, wistful for the life she could have had. In a twist of fate, she encounters him again, and a relationship blossoms between them. But in a world that wants nothing to do with witches, will their relationship survive the stigma? @ Art by Thorkell_40k

Lola knew her perfect marriage wasn’t perfect anymore after her husband of three years suggested they start having threesomes. She only consented to it in order to please him, but she soon regretted it when she slowly began to get forgotten and sidelined in her own marriage. After he refused to stop the theeesome per her request, she threatened to file for divorce, but he reminded her it would be pointless since everything was in his name- including her company. His true colors were revealed and Sia realized she had been a fool this whole time. She tried taking charge her life once again by stealing her husband’s documents and fleeing, but after her crazy husband went for her sister, she’s forced to return back. After everything, the documents along with her sister were taken away by her husband, and after frantically running after them, she got hit by a car. That ended up being Dexter Gray, a biker leader and someone she didn’t realize she shared a past with. After he suggested she get into a contract marriage with him since he needed a bride, and in turn, he’d help her get revenge on her husband and also help her get her sister and her company back, although Sia was skeptical, having no other choice and being very desperate, she ended up agreeing to the deal. And that sealed up her fate. ### “I’ll protect you from everyone and anyone that dares to hurt you. I’ll kill them and feed them to my dogs.” He swore, his breath ghosting over my parted lips while his eyes boring into mine. I shuddered, legs tightly wrapped around his hips. “I’m the only one who gets to hurt you– the good kind that makes you let out those sweet, delectable sounds which you always try to muffle.” He continued and my cheeks burned brightly.

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Myo Dae is an average salesman, who has a hobby of playing video games in his free time. The video game that's got him addicted is called "Eternal Realm", where he meets an annoying player called "miseoynn". Fun situations happen, where the both of them play for 3 years! But not everything will stay the same. What happens when the game you play becomes reality, where only a select few knows what the upcoming quests are? Better yet, you've received a special ability that no one else can see in your character file. Will Myo Dae be able to survive in a brutal world caused from the game he loves? ** Before Reading: If you are offended by the use of mythological deities or religion in any type of fiction, please do not read this novel as it includes the aspects listed above. Be warned for graphic depictions, we delve into serious topics. -- This story can also be viewed on the platform Royal Road.

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*VOL.1 - Main Story - 40 CHAPTERS* When a mysterious stranger hires an adept journalist at a MIND INVESTIGATION firm GAMESCAPE, the journalist discovers the shocking truth— his life is a dream world, and he is forced to choose between his lover and his career. *VOL. 2 - Side Story - Missions Cases Files*