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Continental Drift

Whispers of the Seine

Hyorin had come to Paris to celebrate her best friend’s birthday, but by the end of the day, nothing had gone as she’d hoped. Her mood had soured, and the city that was supposed to be full of magic felt more like a dream slipping through her fingers. With a heavy heart, she decided to leave the festivities behind and return to her hotel. As her car drove through the streets of Paris, her eyes were drawn to the Seine River, its shimmering waters glowing under the soft evening light. Something about its quiet beauty called to her, as if inviting her to pause and find peace. She asked the driver to stop. Alone by the river, Hyorin sat in the stillness, letting the world drift away. The sound of the water was calming, and she closed her eyes for a moment, lost in her thoughts. But then, out of nowhere, she became aware of someone standing nearby. She turned, and there he was—a man with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance surrounding him, wearing a simple black hoodie. He was speaking softly into his phone, his words gentle, almost like a melody carried by the wind. Hyorin’s curiosity pulled her gaze toward him. When their eyes met, her breath caught in her chest. It wasn’t just his eyes, though—it was the way his face seemed to glow in the fading light, as if he were part of the very essence of Paris itself. His features were almost too perfect, like something from a dream, so delicate, so beautiful, that it made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t explain. She couldn’t look away, as if in that brief moment, time itself had slowed, allowing her to savor his presence. The man seemed to notice her then. A soft smile appeared on his lips, warm and knowing, as if he too had felt something. But before she could gather herself, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance like a whisper in the night. It was such a short moment, yet it pierced Hyorin’s heart in a way that left her breathless. That smile, that angelic face—it lingered in her mind like the echo of a dream, too fleeting to hold onto but impossible to forget. She found herself returning to the same spot by the Seine, day after day, drawn to the place where their paths had crossed. She hoped, with a kind of longing that felt almost impossible, that she might see him again, if only for another fleeting moment. But each time, the spot was empty. The mysterious man never appeared again. Would fate somehow weave their paths together once more? Could love truly begin from a moment so brief, so delicate, yet so unforgettable?
Ihana_sy · 85 Views

Football Dynasty

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!
Antonigiggs · 4.6K Views

System Nemesis

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views

The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot

“I will let you be on top from tonight, please don’t divorce me, darling!” ----- Evelyn’s fairytale life shattered when a stranger stormed in, claiming to be the real daughter of the Wright family with proof. Her enviable privileges? Stripped away. Her spotless reputation? Tarnished. Her four-year engagement? Abruptly annulled. But the worst betrayal came from her once-loving father, all set to marry her off to settle a business score—with a man twice her age! Everyone in the circle attended this scandalous wedding, eager to witness the downfall of the supposed fake heiress. Yet, the climax was not what even Evelyn had anticipated! Zevian Reign, the nation’s richest tycoon, known for being every woman’s fantasy and the nightmare of all his rivals, made a dramatic entrance. His arrival stunned the guests, but his brazen wish was even more startling! He casually demanded to replace the groom and marry the beautiful bride. No one dared to challenge, nor did anyone have the guts to disobey him. They were left with no choice but to watch the wedding unfold. And it was Evelyn’s time to smirk, for she was now the devil’s wife. And all those who had ruined her, they would pay back in tenfold! ++++ [Excerpt] "Why would I ditch my husband for a loser?" Evelyn chuckled, crossing her arms defiantly. "He is better than him in all the aspects." Her gaze drifted to her ex-fiancé nearby, and she continued with a smirk, "Actually, a lot better in bed." As Annabelle’s face flushed with disdain, Evelyn patted her back and leaned in to deliver another slap. "So, good luck with licking my leftovers, dear step-sister. He's a perfect match for you."
Zelra · 1M Views
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