Sandcastle

The kingdom of Aethel shimmers under the midday sun, its opulent castle a testament to the legacy of its rulers. At the heart of this gilded fortress resides Princess Anya, a young woman sculpted into the epitome of royal perfection. From a young age, Anya's smile has been practiced to radiant precision, her every action a display of unwavering obedience. Yet, beneath the flawless facade, a flickering flame of curiosity and longing tugs at her heart, a yearning for a life beyond the carefully choreographed existence she's been forced to accept. Anya's world is upended when her father, the King, announces her arranged marriage to Prince Darius of a neighboring kingdom. Anya accepts the news with her characteristic poise, but a thrill of anticipation and unease settles over her. A new kingdom, a new life – perhaps it holds the chance for something more than just duty. However, as Anya and Darius embark on their journey to his domain, the prince's charming facade begins to crack, revealing a colder, more calculating man beneath. The veneer of a loving marriage crumbles faster than a sandcastle in a storm. Darius's indifference morphs into a calculated cruelty that thrives on Anya's silence. He revels in subtle jabs and public humiliations, chipping away at Anya's spirit with each barb. Yet, through it all, Anya remains the picture of stoicism, her smile a weapon against the emotional warfare that has become her waking life. Tragedy strikes when Anya discovers she is pregnant, a glimmer of hope in the darkness of her marriage. But this hope is shattered when she suffers a devastating miscarriage, one that is revealed to be the result of a calculated act of poison. Anya's grief is compounded by the betrayal, as she learns that Darius, with his mistress Esme, orchestrated the loss of her child. The death of Anya's unborn child marks the end of the obedient princess and the birth of a woman hardened by betrayal and determined to seek justice. Anya begins to shed her role as a passive observer, educating herself in the ways of court politics and forging alliances with disgruntled nobles. Her transformation is aided by the arrival of Princess Genevieve, Darius's younger sister, who proves to be an unexpected ally in Anya's quest for vengeance. As Anya and Genevieve's bond deepens, they hatch a daring plan to expose Darius's cruelty and corruption. During a grand celebratory feast, Anya and Genevieve orchestrate a series of revelations that shatter Darius's carefully constructed image. #Yuri #Princess #betrayl #love #heartbreak #romance #cute #lovelife #lovestory #relationship #commitment

A collection of romance / angst short pieces and poetry.

This is a collection of romantic short stories mostly written in different first person point of views. There would be at least five stories per volume. Some would be based on real events and real people. Others are based in my imaginative and creative mind. Volume 1: Spring Stories of firsts when love blooms 1. THE RAIN: Aina’s Story (3 chapters) 2. THE BRIDGE: Rose’s Story(2 chapters) 3. MAGNETS: Nick’s Story (1 chapter) 4. SEVEN MINUTES TO HEAVEN: Mark’s Story (1 chapter) 5. DENSED(real life story): Nico’s story (1 chapter) Volume 2: Summer Stories of sweet love and happy endings; snippets of my own love story. 1. BUTTERFLIES (my love story; cute puppy love with my boy and his girl) 2. WHEN SPARKS FLY (my dream date on Fourth of July) 3. SUMMER LOVE: OCEAN EYES (Dave and Carrie’s love story) 4. SUMMER LOVE: SANDCASTLES (Jasmine and Philip’s story) 5. SUMMER LOVE: ONE SUMMER NIGHT (Lucas and Christa’s story) (2 chapters) Volume 3: Autumn (R-18) Stories of falling in and out of love then fall in love again 1. YOU AGAIN( originally titled: Existential Love): Jake and Claire’s story (3 chapters) 2. FALLEN FOR YOU (2 chapters)(bonus chapter: a poem) 3. FOOLS IN LOVE (2 chapters) Volume 4: Winter (R-18) Stories to warm your lonely nights 1. One Night (Althea and Rusell’s story) 2. Snowed In 3. *Names and places were mostly fictional unless otherwise stated.

Horus, the fifth prince of the Magref Empire, is considered useless because he can only use the magic of the sand attribute to manipulate the sand, and is banished from the empire. Thrown into the scorching desert, Horus demonstrates his sand magic and builds a huge sandcastle. Realizing that what seemed to be hell for others was heaven for him, he decided to live here leisurely. However, through the battle with the demons, friends of various races gather and gradually form a “kingdom” with Horus as the king. Let’s Create a Sand Kingdom With Sand Magic-Because I Was Banished to the Desert, I Tried My Best to Build a Nation Beyond My Homeland

I had a dream. A dream that lasted for decades. A sandcastle where she who had beaten and kissed my soul, haunted me with sweet dreams. Like a broken record, fate prevails to be cruel. Thus, I ask in wonder, “to live your life, must I step in the vestige that is you?” VESTIGE [ ves-tij ] a mark or trace of something that is no longer present or in existence.

They grew up together. Built sandcastles, got bruises and countless sleepovers. They were attached at the hip. Then one day, he moved away. Now, it's been three years and he's moved back, but he isn't the same person he used to be. He doesn't care for her anymore. No one does. Will their bond ever rekindle before it's too late?

I always prided myself on tight control. My characters danced to my tune, their actions, emotions, destinies all meticulously laid out within the confines of my narrative. Kai, the golden boy, destined for greatness. Alex, the jealous, ostracized younger brother, fated to be a footnote. A classic sibling rivalry fueling the plot. Or so I thought. Then came the Cataclysm. The Veil breached, the world crumbling, my meticulously crafted plot dissolving like sandcastles in the tide. Ten years have passed, ten years of watching my story spiral out of control. The extras, the background noise, are suddenly… moving on their own. Kai, my golden boy, bogs down in traditional techniques while the world burns. Alex, the supposed jealous wreck? He's out there, wielding forbidden power, a twisted reflection of the character I intended. Fury and a sickening dread curdle in my gut. The story I wrote, my story, is becoming a prophecy. The very characters I deemed insignificant seem to be defying their predetermined paths. Was it a stray thought I planted, a seed of resentment? Did I inadvertently grant Alex a spark of autonomy? The horrifying truth slams into me. I, the author, have lost control. The world within the novel is fracturing, rewriting itself. The very lines between creator and creation are blurring. There's a whisper, a legend – the Scribe's Quill. An artifact with the power to rewrite fate itself. Kai, my once-golden puppet, seems drawn to this legend. Can he use it to rewrite his story, perhaps even mine? Is there a chance to salvage what's left, to prevent Alex from becoming the harbinger of destruction the story now paints him as? Or have I unleashed a chaos I can't contain, a story hungry for its own bloody ending? The characters I once controlled are now dictating the narrative, leaving me scrambling to catch up. My once tidy world of fiction has become a terrifying playground of free will, and the stakes couldn't be higher. This isn't just about rewriting the novel anymore. It's about rewriting reality itself, and I, the architect of this chaos, am the one most at risk.

Klay is just an ordinary human from an ordinary family but his life change after he attend a birthday party of his classmate. He got so drunk that he can't even remember what happened that night. And the next day he received an admission letter for a private university, LaBelle University. Where he met a mysterious guy, Noctis Von Sanguis also known as Nox. Nox used to be alone most of the time but after meeting Klay and befriend with him, his daily life change and start to be lively. After a long time he learned to trust someone again and what being warm mean is. But his friendship with Klay is like a sandcastle that can be ruin easily by his dark secret. Will he able to tell him his identity and risk their friendship?

Synopsis In the blasted remnants of a world where the Pantheon descended in fury, cities crumbled like sandcastles against a vengeful tide, and humanity was purged in a divine conflagration. Among those claimed by the wrath of Egyptian gods was Jaede, the last to stand and the last to fall. But death was not the end—only a grim prelude. Now, entombed within the suffocating darkness, Jaede awakens with curses on his lips and desolation in his heart. Swathed in ancient linens, his hands grip a scythe eager for divine blood—Amenti's Whisper. The cold weapon demands a terrible price; to slay the gods in their hidden realm, to drink deeply of their ichor, and in doing so, to unveil the cataclysmic truths lost to the sands. Driven by vengeance, guided by the scythe's insatiable hunger, Jaede rises as a mummy reborn. His journey is one of relentless pursuit through a landscape both eerily familiar and hauntingly alien—a true Egypt shrouded from mortal eyes, where gods tread with impunity, and mythic beasts own the night. Every life taken, every deity slain, serves to imbue Amenti's Whisper with bone-chilling abilities, forging a path of destruction toward the heart of divinity. But power is a seductive curse, and answers lurk in the shadows of every temple and tomb. Jaede's odyssey lures him into the clutches of cults worshipping the fallen gods, pits him against villains who dance to the twisted tunes of power, and swathes him in the mysteries of a world torn asunder. Along the way, he encounters unlikely allies, former foes wearing the faces of acquaintances, and amidst the chaos, a love interest whose fate is entwined with his own—a flame in the everlasting gloom. Amongst the pantheon, whispers stir—a renegade mummy wielding Amenti's Whisper. Some fear the unravelling of their celestial tapestry, others beckon the challenge with a scornful smirk, but one question haunts them all: Why was the world destroyed? The answers, much like the path before Jaede, are shrouded in darkness and fraught with peril. To vanquish the gods is to peer into the abyss of forgotten epochs and unravel the tangle of creation and calamity. Some truths defy mortality, but Jaede, entwined with the destiny of Amenti's Whisper, has eternity to seek them out—or die once more trying.