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The Next General

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.
RainhaAsha · 19K Views

MUTATE or BURN, I will DESTROY the WORLD!

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"
Martin_Moorning · 1.8K Views

In Our Next Lives

Jessica Whitehall and Steven Greece couldn’t be more different. At Fairmont High, a prestigious school in California, Jessica thrives, popular, outgoing, and involved in every activity. Steven, on the other hand, is the quiet, overlooked nerd from a wealthy family, excelling only in computer science while struggling to fit in. Their paths rarely cross, until a school project unexpectedly throws them together. What begins as an awkward partnership takes an unexpected turn when Steven confesses that he once had a kindergarten crush on Jessica. As they spend more time together, they discover that behind their contrasting personalities lies a friendship worth fighting for. But just as they begin to trust each other, a misunderstanding leads to a devastating accusation. Suspended for a crime they didn’t commit, both miss out on a crucial opportunity that could have shaped their futures. Their frustration boils over into a heated argument, shattering their friendship and sending them on separate paths. Years pass. Jessica and Steven, now in different universities and cities, reinvent themselves. Jessica, once the vibrant socialite, grows more reserved, focused on building a career. Steven, once timid and invisible, rises to prominence as a tech genius and CEO of his own company. They move forward, unaware that fate isn’t finished with them yet. When Jessica unknowingly applies for a job at Steven’s company, the past resurfaces in ways neither of them expected. The confident CEO is nothing like the shy boy she once knew, and Steven is caught off guard by the change in the girl he once admired. Old wounds reopen. Buried emotions rise. And as they navigate the professional battlefield, they must decide: Is their story over, or is this their second chance? Torn between resentment and longing, Jessica and Steven must confront their past, unravel the truth behind their high school betrayal, and determine whether some connections are meant to last beyond just one lifetime. A story of love, betrayal, and second chances, In Our Next Lives explores the power of time, fate, and the people who leave the deepest marks on our hearts.
Symplytasha_04 · 2.4K Views

Jock Next Bed (BL)

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.
ThatAmazingGirl · 770.5K Views

CRYPTO ASSET RECOVERY EXPERT DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION

It started with some tutorial on TikTok that promised "military-grade" encryption for crypto wallets. He was confident in tone, like one of those seasoned hackers, and maintained that the standard security was just not good enough. In his words, you might as well be leaving your Bitcoin on a silver platter for hackers if you weren't using complicated encryption layers. That got my attention. With $500,000 in Bitcoin sitting in the wallet, anything sounding like extra security was more of a 'had to have it' deal. I sat down and basically implemented, step by step, what sounded brilliant to me then. It worked—a little too well. The process finally complete, I went to check my wallet. Access denied. Well, that's not a problem, I thought. I had saved my encryption key somewhere. But when I tried using it, it didn't work. I had somehow locked myself out of my own fortune. At first, I was in denial. I must've typed something wrong. But after hours of failed attempts, the reality hit: I had outsmarted myself. The encryption was so strong that even I couldn't get past it. Panic crept in. Had I just buried my Bitcoin forever? I went back to TikTok, scrolling the comments in the hope that someone, too, had made this mistake. Then, I saw many tagging DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION . And one comment, in particular stood out to me: "If you messed up, don't panic. These guys are the real deal." I had no other choice but to call them. Since the very first contact, I knew that I was in the hands of professionals, who, instead of showering me with technical words, really listened, comforted, and explained how they could tackle the problem. Their team worked around the clock, using advanced methods of decryption to reverse the mess I had created. A few days later, I got the call: they had cracked the encryption and recovered my Bitcoin. The relief? Indescribable. Lesson learned: not all TikTok hacks are worth trying. DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION not only saved my funds but also taught me a valuable lesson about keeping security effective but manageable. From now on, I’ll leave encryption methods to the professionals. Dunamiscyber@solution4u.com +13433030545
Moses_Martin · 215 Views

Standing Next To You

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.
Avalondra · 1.6M Views
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