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the universe owes her nothing

In the year 4367, space is no longer the final frontier—it’s a playground for the rich, a network of luxury stations, high-stakes casinos, and floating estates orbiting the dying planet below. Earth, overcrowded and crumbling under political chaos, is a prison for those who can’t afford to leave. The universe belongs to the powerful. Or so they think. Emerald Voss never asked for a legacy. She built her own fortune through a wildly successful startup, but her father’s name still looms over her—one of the wealthiest resort tycoons in the galaxy, a man who owns entire moons. She’s never had to fight for anything, never had to care about anything beyond the next exclusive party or million-credit business deal. But all of that changes when one reckless, sleep-deprived decision leads her to stumble—half-conscious and starving—into the office of Lumina Zevaris. Lumina is a Krexal, a hulking reptilian warrior-diplomat feared across the stars. As one of the galactic ambassadors, she holds the fragile peace between humanity and the ancient alien civilizations that barely tolerate them. Cold, calculating, and battle-scarred, Lumina has spent years ensuring that humans don’t push too far, don’t step on the wrong toes, don’t ignite a war they can’t win. But the war is already here. A shadow moves across the galaxy—something ancient, something powerful, something that sees humans and all their petty wealth as nothing more than fuel. The great space stations and their golden towers will burn. The rich will flee, but there will be nowhere left to run. And somehow, Emerald is at the center of it all. She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know how. But the universe—cold, uncaring, and infinite—has chosen her. And whether she likes it or not, she’s about to learn that some things are worth fighting for. That money can’t buy survival. And that in the end, the universe owes her nothing. This is the universe owes her nothing by yours truly. This is for an english project lmao.
Chloe_Bryant · 663 Views

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!
KhyaaL · 10.4K Views

Netori SSS-Emperor: All Queens Shall Be Mine!

Adopted as a starving child, Wolf was taken in by the queen of Aestonia. She raised him to be a man of value and through his own efforts, Wolf even managed to overshadow her real son William. But with the king’s death, the two brothers must enter a competition to prove their worth against numerous other warriors. Only once they’d defeated them would the two face each other, and the result of their battle would decide the future king. But it would be tame if that alone was the reward, wouldn’t it? Thus, the victor must choose a queen from the crowd witnessing their battle, and for Wolf, the answer couldn’t have been easier. The queen, of course! He’ll have her–even if he has to defeat her true son in front of everyone! However, this is just the start of his many conquests for the whole is filled with opportunities and many such women to make into his queens! Note: This book is semi-realistic kingdom building with harem elements and the MC stealing other people’s women. None of his women will be stolen from him! He will steal from others only! Special Note: Uncensored character pics on my discord server, please join! Warnings: R18||Violence||BDSM||Heavy Netori Elements(Mc stealing other people's woman) [Note]: 1. None of the heroines will cheat on MC 2. It does involve MC stealing other people's partners - (Netori) 3. Semi-realistic partner stealing! Don’t expect him to steal everyone as soon as he meets them! 4. Any support especially gifts, golden tickets, votes, etc = more updates more frequently 5. Please let me know about any grammatical errors in any chapter through the comments. 6. No Yuri/Yaoi 7. Complaints about anything I've already warned about in the 'warning' section will be ignored. Connect with me here to keep up with the story's progress: Discord: https://discord.gg/JvdHxKekh2
Writersblockills · 144.4K Views

shadow of desires

Shadow of Desires From the Alleys of Lucknow to the Underworld’s Throne. Set against the grimy tapestry of Lucknow’s class divides and the glittering menace of global crime, Shadow of Desires traces the harrowing journey of Mufidul Sheeraz Akhtar—a boy forged by poverty, sharpened by betrayal, and consumed by the hunger to rewrite his destiny. The Spark of Ambition (2008–2015): Orphaned at 8 when his father, a low-ranking clerk, dies of cardiac arrest, Mufidul becomes the reluctant patriarch of a crumbling household. His mother, Shahana Parveen, battles UP’s bureaucratic quagmire to secure their meager pension, while his brothers—Zohrez, the dreamer, and Raheem, the sickly toddler—lean on him for survival. By 12, Mufidul masters the art of scarcity: diluting milk with gutter water, forging ration cards, and bribing local officials with *mithai* boxes. But when Zohrez nearly dies from counterfeit medicine sold at Prakash Medical, Mufidul’s innocence shatters. “Money isn’t desire,” he hisses to the night sky, “it’s armor.” The Descent (2016–2020): At 16, Mufidul drops out of City Montessori School, trading textbooks for contraband. He starts small—smuggling stolen car parts across the Nepal border—but his mathematician’s mind soon devises risk-reward algorithms that impress Lucknow’s underground kingpin, Raza Bhai. Under Raza’s tutelage, Mufidul learns to launder money through sari emporiums, hack into police databases, and exploit UP’s political rivalries. His first kill—a corrupt cop who threatens Raheem—leaves him trembling but addicted to the rush of control. By 19, he builds Zunar Enterprises, a front company trafficking arms from Myanmar’s rebel factions to Mumbai’s gang lords. The Ascent (2021–2028): Mufidul’s genius lies in his duality: the boy who still mends Zohrez’s torn shirts becomes the “Ghost of Gomti”, a phantom orchestrating heists from Macau to Marrakech. He infiltrates cryptocurrency markets, manipulates Bollywood studios for money laundering, and seduces an Interpol analyst (Ayesha Kapoor) to leak classified files. His signature move? Using childhood chess strategies to outmaneuver rivals—sacrificing pawns (loyal henchmen) to protect his queen (family). But as his empire grows—spanning 41 nations via shell companies, drug cartels, and stolen AI tech—the cracks widen. Shahana, now a hollow-eyed widow, disowns him after discovering his crimes. Zohrez, a law student, threatens to testify. The Unraveling (2029–2031): Interpol’s Operation Black Lotus paints Mufidul as Public Enemy #1. Betrayed by Ayesha, who plants a tracker in his vintage HMT watch, he flees through Lucknow’s labyrinthine gullies—past the kebab stalls and chess clubs of his youth—now a fugitive in the city that raised him. In a climactic showdown at the ruins of the Lucknow Residency, Mufidul faces Zohrez, now a prosecutor. “You became what killed Abbu,” Zohrez snarls, “greed wrapped in excuses.” The Shadow’s End: Cornered by NATO forces in Istanbul, Mufidul chooses cyanide over surrender. His final act? Transferring ₹8,400 crore to a secret account—not for his brothers, but to build free cardiac hospitals across Uttar Pradesh. *“Let them hate my name,”* his diary reads, *“but let my mother’s pension never fail again.”* --- Themes: - The Poverty Trap: How systemic rot in India’s welfare machinery breeds desperation. - Moral Calculus: Whether evil deeds can be justified as “love” for family. - Legacy: Can blood money ever cleanse itself? Style: Gritty, lyrical, and unflinchingly visceral—a Slumdog Millionaire meets Scarface tragedy rooted in the smells of Lucknow’s chaat stalls and the cold logic of offshore bank accounts. “They called him a monster. But monsters aren’t born—they’re sculpted by the hands that starved them".
Msa_exe · 445 Views

Transmigrating To The 1960s:My space, My soldier

Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days. Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her. Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger. **"Where… am I?"** She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth. A sense of unease grips her. Then, memories **flood** her mind. Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China. Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive. Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared. She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die. The realization makes her shudder. Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.** **[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]** A translucent blue screen appears before her. ### **Inventory:** ✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour** ✔ **Bottled clean water** ✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine** ✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches** Su Wan's eyes widen. **"A cheat system?!"** She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.** The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air. Her stomach growls. With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body. Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold. Her eyes flicker with determination. **"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "
Ruthie_bee2 · 1.1K Views
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