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Hermione Kept Hedwig That Summer

"I Kept Posting Chapters And Got Into Trouble With Male Lead"

Jiah Mi was all alone after escaping an abusive household. At the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, she saw her parents die, eaten by her zombie brother. She ran away to the scariest, most abandoned street in a haunted neighborhood named Hukon, driven by a desire for a comfortable life. While also being all alone in a ghost hotel, she decided to write novels, but little did she know how much it would change her life by meeting the male lead from her novel. ML: -"Jiah Mi, why are you playing with my feelings? I love you!" The clingy male lead looked like an abandoned crying puppy, pouting lips. Jiah Mi: -"I don't play it. It's a boring game. Now, go away." She said with a calm, cold face, avoiding him. ML: -"Do you know I hate reading, but I love reading your novels?" The male lead didn't care that she didn't want to hear him and kept bothering her, but she did like being complimented for her author work. After all, it made her a little happy every time someone said she was a good writer. ML: -"I like the main character. He is handsome." Jiah Mi: -"......" ML: -"But I don't like the female lead." Jiah Mi: -"The male lead does." She wrote her character to love the female lead from love at first sight. ML: -"That's not true. I love the author." Jiah Mi: -"....." The male lead laughed, watching the author's blushing red face and red hands, embarrassed, looking away, mad while she was trying to hold her temper. (Why is he saying stuff like this so casually?) (Did I write him to be a player?) But the male lead only had his eyes on her and confessed his feelings to the author all the time. Jiah Mi: -"God, please help me!" MESSAGE : I give credit to the artists for my cover.
YO_YUN · 1.3K Views

that one SWURD

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine.
xyltharion · 116 Views
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