Guantanamo Voices

Betapa besarnya kekayaan keluarga yang diwariskan selama lima ribu tahun? Terkadang, Anda tidak pernah tahu seberapa kaya keluarga Anda sampai Anda mendesak orang tua Anda sedikit! Hanya setelah mewarisi kekayaan keluarganya yang berusia lima ribu tahun, Zhang Menglong menyadari bahwa kebahagiaan orang kaya begitu sederhana. Presiden bank, "Tuan Zhang, tolong, saya mohon Anda menyimpan uang Anda di bank kami, dan Anda dapat menetapkan suku bunganya!" Generasi kedua terkaya di Huaxia, "Apakah seluruh dunia milik keluarga Anda atau apa?" Orang terkaya di dunia, "Saya merasa seperti saya hanya orang miskin!" Keluarga Kerajaan Eropa, "Tuan Zhang, apakah Anda kekurangan pacar? Jika ya, apakah Anda keberatan mencari satu? Jika tidak, bagaimana dengan negara kami?" Kemudian, Zhang Menglong menemukan bahwa perguruan tinggi yang ditinggalkan orang tuanya adalah yang paling mengesankan. Sebenarnya, menjadi dekan ternyata lebih menyenangkan daripada menjadi orang terkaya di dunia!

Kieran Valtheris awakens to the stench of blood and the roar of an execution crowd—only to realize that he has been reborn in a body that isn’t his own. Sentenced to death for crimes he never committed, he fights his way to freedom, escaping into the shadows of a city that should not exist. The memories of his past life are fractured, glimpses of a war that already happened—or should have happened. The kingdom he remembers falling still stands. The people he once knew are gone, their legacies erased. Something is deeply, horribly wrong. As Kieran navigates a world both familiar and foreign, whispers follow him, voices of something watching, waiting. With no allies, no power, and an identity that isn’t truly his, he must unravel the truth before history itself collapses around him. Because if he was reborn in the wrong time—what else has been changed?

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

A story about a girl name Kimmi, she was no ordinary little girl. She believes herself to be someone else—someone different. Suffering from a personality disorder, Kimmi often spoke to herself to cope with her surroundings, sometimes even answering the haunting voices in her head. Many called her mad, but Kimmi was simply special—special enough to see and understand the enigmatic world of Simix in ways no one else could. As the world around her began to deteriorate, Kimmi couldn’t stand idly by. Determined to uncover the truth, perhaps even save it, Kimmi resolves to build her strength. though her revolve always criticized and ridiculed by people, she remain steadfast.

"Adira Jordan, a young woman mourning the loss of her father, is plagued with the feeling of being watched and hears ominous voices that threaten her life. She finds herself drawn to her extended family, whom she has never met before, in the hopes of finding answers and protection. Desperate to find a solution, Adira must overcome her fear of abandonment and trust her unknown relatives to fight the mysterious forces trying to harm her."

Tapiwa once had a tremendous dream, in a society where males were superior to women, women had few rights or voices, and in a world where magic and skills were superior to all else. Her dream was to marry a gorgeous, faithful, and caring husband and become the only mistress of the house, leaving her natal family, where she lived under pressure and in the shadows of her siblings. Growing up in a world where polygamy was common and siblings turned on one another. Tapiwa just wanted a place to live and to be in a monogamous relationship in a world where magic was present and sibling rivalry was fatal, especially because only a few could become mages. What she thought was the perfect beginning to a lovely dream became a nightmare that tormented her for a decade. Tapiwa divorced her spouse and fled to an unknown location where her relatives and friends could not find her. Tapiwa thought she had no reason to live in this world anymore, but that changed when she saved an old lady, who endowed her with heavenly graces, giving her power and a second chance at life. Tapiwa, armed with this divine blessing, decided to perform the impossible in a world where women were nothing more than child bearers. She was going to do everything she could with what she now had to empower women and establish a better future, not just for herself, but also for the women who didn't have a voice. She was going to fight for all women, mages and not, to make sure their voices were heard, they were seen, and, most importantly, they were treated like the queens they were born to be. She was going to fight for supremacy against all obstacles, and nothing or no one was going to stop her.

Shades of the Unseen is a story about the ones left behind. In every grand tale, some figures exist only in passing-side characters in someone else's narrative, their lives reduced to brief mentions and fleeting appearances. But what happens when the curtain shifts and the spotlight turns to them? This is a novel about those who were once overlooked. The ones who stood on the edges, whose voices were drowned out by larger stories, whose struggles, victories, and quiet moments never had the chance to be seen. Through intertwining lives, fractured pasts, and uncertain futures, Shades of the Unseen brings their stories to light. Some seek closure, others redemption, and some simply wish to be acknowledged. But in a world that moves forward too fast, do the forgotten still have a place? A novel about remembrance, about voices long unheard, and the weight of being unseen.

He had sunk in the flames of war, covered with scars, and was used to facing the darkness alone. She was a psychological counselor, gentle and rational, but she also walked alone in a world with clear boundaries. A routine psychological assessment made their worlds intersect briefly. She tried to peel off his layers of defensive shells, but he was unknowingly warmed by the light in her eyes. "Are you afraid?" she asked. He sneered: "What are you afraid of?" "I'm afraid that I will never get out of the past." In one confrontation after another, he began to understand that some wounds do not have to be borne alone. And she finally realized that some light will take root in people's hearts. - Even if you sink into darkness, there will always be someone willing to be the light that illuminates you.

In a world ruled by interplanetary governments and mega-corporations, power isn't just everything—it's survival. And Jack Vales? He has no idea who he really is. After a failed heist leaves him dead, he wakes up the next day very much alive. No scars. No explanations. Just a lingering sense of unease and difference. As he hunts for answers, he’s pulled into a world where power is the only currency, and survival means staying one step ahead. But the greatest threat isn’t out there. It’s inside his own mind. And the deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes... He's not alone in his mind. There are others living within him. Not just voices—identities. Each with their own skills. Each with their own agenda. And the world, has no idea what it's truly up against. Because Jack isn't just one man. HE IS A LEGION.

"Long ago, the Cursed Supreme , Zorthaal was sealed away, his soul bound to a newborn child—Layron. He was meant to die, but a warrior saved him. Years later, weak and ridiculed, Layron longs for strength. That’s when he hears the voice—a whisper of power and revenge. Zorthaal has been waiting, and with every desperate wish, the seal weakens. Now, hunted by the Protectors and manipulated by the darkness within, Layron faces a choice: resist the voice or become the monster fate intended. Because once the seal breaks—Zorthaal will return.

The world is ruled by voices—commands that bend fate, decrees that shatter mountains, and oaths that shape destiny. Yet, he has no voice. Once, Xu Mo was just another nameless youth—an orphan with no fate worth mentioning. He dreamt of cultivation but was bound by fear, shackled by silence. His hesitation cost him everything. Then came the moment of betrayal, the loss, and the vow—a promise sealed in silence that no one but the heavens could hear. Now, he walks a path no one dares to tread. A path where words hold no power, where fate itself cannot bind him. And when the world speaks… he does not answer. But silence is not weakness. It is power waiting to be unleashed. One day, the heavens will try to name him. The world will try to define him. And in that moment, when all expect submission— He will remain silent. And the world will kneel. ***** Support and Read 25 Advance chapters ::: patreon.com/yezar

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

Zulin felt a weird sensation in her body, like she was floating. She gently flicked her eyes open, registering the unfamiliar surroundings around her. "Wasn't I supposed to be dead?" she wondered. She saw a figure in the distance. "Isn't this Nite? What is he doing here? Where am I?" she asked out loud. "Am I dead or alive?" But she already knew the answer to that. She was killed, and she was sure she died. "We meet again Princess Zulin..." She heard a strange voice. "Do I know you?" "But too bad it was so soon.." But if she was dead, what was Nite doing with her? Did he also die or was he killed? And whose voice was she hearing? "Where am I?" she wondered out loud. "In the land of the living.. or .. dead?" She heard same distant voice. "Well, not the Land of the Dead, certainly. But yes, you are right. You are actually dead. And if dead people find themselves at my abode, that only means one thing: maybe you are actually in the Land of the Dead." Zulin shook her head as sadness flashed in her eyes. Yes she is dead, she was killed. But then again, she heard the voice. "No, you are not dead." Confused, she tried to figure out where the voice was coming from and swept her gaze around, but she didn't see anybody. "What do you mean by 'I'm not dead'?" "Don't get me wrong," the voice said again. "I mean, you are dead, but... you are a living dead." "why?" "Because I give life in the land of the dead" "What?" she asked in surprise. "By the way, Princess Zulin, how does it feel to be dead on the day of your marriage?" "It feels like being... a lost female protagonist in a horror movie" Zulin responded. "No, you're the antagonist Zulin.." the voice chuckled. "Why were you killed?" Zulin didn't respond, that's right she might actually be the antagonist here, her existence wasn't needed. "And your sister is getting married to your fiancee.. your mate.." "You wanna stick around or go grab your man..?"

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.

Some doors should never be opened. Some voices should never be heard. Elara Rook has always been haunted—by whispers in the dark, by fleeting shadows, by the unsettling feeling that she doesn’t belong to just one world. But when she returns to the abandoned Rook estate, the voices become more than just eerie murmurs. They become memories. Vivid. Terrifying. Real. One touch, one vision, and she is thrust into the past—reliving the pain, the terror, and the secrets of spirits who refuse to be forgotten. A girl trapped in a room that no longer exists. A scream that echoes through time. A warning buried beneath the house’s rotting bones. As Elara digs deeper, she realizes she’s not just an observer—she’s a key. And something, or someone, is waiting for her to open the final door. Somewhere beyond the veil, the dead are watching. And they are whispering her name.

She doesn’t tell her truth outright,she weaves it into stories. Stories of girls who love too hard, trust too soon, and break too easily. But hidden beneath every word is a secret she’s never dared to speak. In a world that never listened, she found her voice in the only way she knew how—through fiction. But will anyone hear her before it’s too late?"

For three grueling years, Lia served as a dutiful servant to the cold, arrogant billionaire Adrian Blackwell, enduring his cruelty and dismissiveness. Her only solace was the mysterious voice that guided her—a voice promising her a staggering reward of $50 million if she obeyed every one of Adrian’s commands. On the final day, as the clock struck midnight, Lia’s sacrifice was rewarded. The money was hers, tax-free, as promised. Without looking back, she vanished, determined to start a new life. But Adrian couldn’t let her go. For reasons even he couldn’t explain, her absence left a void he couldn’t ignore. When their paths crossed again, he demanded she return to him, only to discover someone unexpected in her life—a suave, enigmatic man who claimed to be her lover. The twist? Lia had no recollection of him, yet his voice was eerily familiar. Caught between a man who mistreated her but now seeks redemption, and another whose existence defies logic, Lia is drawn into a whirlwind of secrets, love, and betrayal. As she pieces together the truth, Lia discovers that the voice guiding her may have been far more than it seemed—and the stakes of her choice might go beyond money, love, or even life itself.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Abandoned and rejected by everyone, consumed by pain, Kael ended his life. "Death is the greatest gift in this world" He would say. But it didn't end there. Kael found himself in a void atmosphere "Why am I not dead?!" He yelled in frustration. He heard distorted voices and sounds of swords clashing but it was all empty. It was as though he wasn't meant to die, instead at that moment, he was given a deal by the demon--Vorgath. With no other option, Kael accepted the deal, surrendering to the evil that would consume him. Choose humanity or unleash the beast!

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

Kazuya Shirou never cared about the world—not his own, and certainly not someone else’s. A shut-in who had long abandoned reality, he spent his days lost in the glow of his screen. But when he suddenly awakens in a foreign land, summoned by desperate voices, he is thrust into a nightmare beyond his understanding.

Unruly gods Caelum, Lucius, and Riven were banished to the mortal world for raging countless wars in the immortal realm. For a thousand years, their immortal souls wandered aimlessly. Until a young boy heard their voices.

A World Without Reflections is a novel steeped in Eastern fantasy and Dark Souls-like desolation, following Chael, a young warrior chief who returns to a home to see that his clansmen are nothing but frozen and soulless husks. Their voices are gone and the fires are cold. They still stand, but they do not live. And somewhere beyond the frost and silence, unseen hands pull at fate’s threads. ///// "I had fought before. I had bled before. But this was different. This was madness. One moment, I was sat on my throne, ruling my clansmen and the next… I'm met with a graveyard of empty eyes and frozen faces. And now these mongrels hunt me through the storm, blades drawn and their voices sharp with laughter. Echoes in the snow continue to call out to me as I drown in snow and steel. Were they guiding me? Or had I already lost my mind?" ///// WHAT TO EXPECT: • Dark and desolate atmostphere (heavily inspired by Dark Souls). • Struggling protagonist. Chael will earn his victories through skill, intellegence and power progression - and along the way, he will lose many times. • ALL notable characters will be complex and have unique character traits, philosophies and backstories. • A unique power system inspired by Xianxia. • Very lore-rich and intricate world-building. • Slow-burn romance subplot. • LOTS of mysteries and plot-twists. Almost all subplots will be infused with some kind of mystery. • Multiple layers of character development for Chael (who starts off as a cynical young man who lost what little purpose he had) and many other characters.

In the mysterious land of Drakhenholt, a realm inhabited by vampires and other supernatural beings, an ancient prophecy speaks of a person with an extraordinary voice—one so beautiful that it can end the endless battle of Vampires and Werewolves . For centuries, the rulers of Drakhenholt have searched tirelessly for this individual, hoping to harness their gift and turn the tide in their eternal battles. Elysia, an orphan raised in a secluded monastery, has always felt different but never understood why. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she rescues an injured woman, Morwenna, who turns out to be a powerful witch with vampire ancestry. As Morwenna heals in Elysia's care, she senses something unusual about the young woman—the scent of her blood is unlike anything she has ever encountered. As Elysia embarks on a journey to uncover her true identity, she finds herself caught in a war between factions of vampires—some who wish to protect her, and others who see her as a threat. At the center of it all is the enigmatic Ancient Vampire King Draegon, who has been waiting centuries for his fated mate—the one whose voice can either save or destroy their world. Note: Dear Readers, First and foremost, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story! Your support means the world to me as I venture into this journey of storytelling. But here’s the thing—I want you to be a part of the creative process. Your thoughts, your opinions, and your suggestions can help shape this story into something even greater. After all, you’re the ones experiencing it, and who better to guide me than the very readers I’m writing for? So, I encourage you to share your thoughts after every chapter. Tell me what you loved, what intrigued you, or what you felt could be improved. Don't be shy! Your honest feedback is invaluable, whether it’s a simple suggestion or a deep dive into what works or doesn’t. Every opinion is a stepping stone toward making this story even better! Criticize, suggest, and be heard. Let’s make this a collaborative journey where we can grow together. Who knows? Your comment might even inspire the next twist or turn in the plot! Thank you for being here, and I can’t wait to hear what you think! With gratitude, Ethermyth23

"I know who you are" the voice said behind Emily and Dominic. They froze on the spot. The voice wasn't familiar. They had just finished drafting our plans for their new contract, and it was getting late, so they decided to round up. They were heading towards the car park when they heard the voice. When they turned, it was only a shadow they could see. "Who are you?" Emily said slowly approaching the figure but was held back by Dominic. "You might get hurt" Dominic was angry and concerned at the same time. "I will make sure I haunt you and take everything that's precious to you as you took from me" the voice said before disappearing into the darkness. Emily, CEO of E&S Foundation, the adopted daughter of Elizabeth Johnson, who is one of the richest women in Europe. Emily was loved by Elizabeth even though she had her own kids. She had a reason to love and care for her, it was because of the guilt she felt after killing her parents in an accident fifteen years ago and was also threatened to take care of her. Dominic was a CEO from another company. Dominic and Emily met when the two companies had to sign a contract. Their chemistry was undeniable and each of them had secrets they couldn't tell each other. Chaos, blood spills, and truths begin to unfold. What will be the fate of Emily and Dominic and everything they've built? No one knows who is the master behind the chaos. Who is the master? And what truth would be unfolded?

For having broken the sacred rule, the God of Light, Luminous, is reincarnated into a world flooded with monsters and beings that should not even exist. And what exactly is the Voice of the Void?