Introduction To Realistic

Bella Rivers didn’t come to Whitethorn Academy looking for a second chance. She came to disappear in a new world. After a scandal blew up her life back home, she wanted to be somewhere no one knew her name — not the boy who leaked her nudes, and especially not the best friend who gave nothing but pure evil in return for her love. Fresh in a new school in the heart of the forest — much to Bella’s preference — she blends in like a chameleon. Sensing the energy from the last living descendant of the cursed Moonblood line, four boys — powerful and untouchable, the Greek gods — start circling around her like they’ve picked up a scent. “Did I become this beautiful overnight?” Bella questions herself. But when her skin burns beneath the moonlight and a mark blooms on her wrist like wildfire, Bella realizes she didn’t come here to escape her past. In fact, she possesses something entirely sensational — wilder than her dreams. Whatever’s been sleeping inside her? It has awakened hungry. And it doesn’t care who it burns to reclaim its throne.

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

Title: Journey to the Heaven to Hell Genre: Fantasy | Magic | Action | Romance | Dark | Psychological No power. No hope. No future. But one day, everything changed. A soul enters a new world — A world filled with magic, where people control fire, water, wind, and earth. Some use one element. Some can use two or three. Very few can use all five. This power will change everything. The journey moves through different lands, powerful academies, deep friendships, and a love that will not last forever. One day, that love will break. And the world will face the truth. This is not a hero's story. This is the story of someone who will rise… and destroy everything. #MagicWorld #ElementPower #FantasyJourney #VillainRise #DarkTwist #RomanceAndPain #HeavenToHell

The children created to destroy the ultimate, in the process of doing so, they lost themselves, but Jung is trying to figure out how to protect his newfound family.

FISTTONOI ARC 1 INTRODUCTION Centuries ago, when the world was drowning in cruelty and chaos, five monks stood atop a frozen mountain and begged the gods for strength—not to conquer, but to protect. After 25 years of meditation in silence, suffering, and storms, their prayers were answered. Lord Shiva descended from the heavens and gave them a divine gift: > The power of FISTS — mystical forces of nature, forged to bring balance back to the world. Each fist held god-like strength: Fire Fist – the divine flame of destruction and rebirth Blackonoi Fist – the darkness that consumes evil Dragonoi Fist – the will and form of a cosmic beast And more… each evolving, changing, and bonding with their wielder These powers were passed down across generations, secretly taught by monks across India, China, Russia, and beyond. Those who wielded them became known as FISTTONOI — mystical fighters who stood for justice. But over time, peace faded. Some fists fell into the hands of the corrupt. Greed twisted purpose. Balance was lost. And in the shadows, a silent war began. In the modern day, a young man named Lewosito awakens from a six-year coma. He remembers nothing — not his name, his past, or the brutal fight that nearly killed him. But within his body, something is burning. Something alive. Enemies begin to surface. Strange men with glowing fists hunt him down. They don’t want him alive. They want him erased — again. Because Lewosito was once more than just a boy. He was once a threat. He was once chosen by the Fire Fist. And he was once feared by the very people who now want him dead. Now, as he struggles to reclaim his memory and survive, Lewosito is forced to face a world where everyone seems to know him… but he knows no one. Every fight brings flashes of his past. Every enemy brings back pain. And the fire inside him keeps growing — feeding off rage, betrayal, and truth. > This is no longer just about survival. This is about revenge. The fists were once created to protect the innocent… But now, they will punish the guilty. In FISTTONOI, fists don’t just fight. They evolve. They awaken. They remember everything — even if you forget who you are. Join Lewosito as he rises from ashes to fire, uncovering his past, facing monstrous enemies, and burning a path toward vengeance that no one can stop. The flame has awakened. And this time… it won’t be extinguished. CREATOR- TIRTH

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

This is the introduction to my trilogy: The Eight Descendants, The Horizon Star, and The Young Martial Heroes. It contains the character description and episode summary. Contains spoilers, reader discretion is advised.

Loretta is the cherished, unseen daughter of Alpha Enzo of the Moon Pack. She was never allowed outside the walls of her chambers nor allowed to lift a single thing, but all that changed when she was five and her father, the greedy, rebellious, murderous beast, was killed. On the day of the attack, she was smuggled out through a secret passage, only to fall into the hands of a grieving woman from the Blood Pack, a mother broken by loss. A chance encounter... or fate? Thirteen years later, Loretta serves in the palace of the Blood Pack — adored by many, but watched most closely by the cursed triplets. They would kill to protect her... or to possess her. Their obsession runs deeper than anyone dares to admit. But some secrets aren’t meant to be hidden forever. Even though Loretta isn’t aware of her true origin and existence, she was still Alpha Enzo’s daughter. She still carries his hated blood running in her veins. The same blood that caused the death of the triplets’ parents and left them with a cruel curse. As children, the triplets swore vengeance, to make that blood pay for the curse that haunts them to this day. Yet fate has woven their paths together... cruelly, irrevocably.... What happens when her true identity is revealed? Will those who once swore to protect her turn against her? Or will love defy blood and fate?

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To be human, when others were given chances to be more. To be true to one's self in a world of masquerades and monsters.

"The 90k is yours" "Wait, actually?!" "Don't get too overjoyed little kitten, nothing is free in this world", he drawls Little kitten My brain freezes. Did I just mishear that? Am I hallucinating? "What. Did. You. Call. Me?" *** "What's the catch?", I ask sharp "Huh?", he asks clearly failing to bite back a laugh "What do you want Ashford?", I snap "You" (Chapter 12-Excerpt) --- Synopsis Elara is reborn as a side character, Genevieve destined to die in her hatest romance novel. In order to go back to the real world, she needs to steer the plot toward a happy ending while staying alive. A magic ring, a world counting on your failure, A sunshine plot that is now dark. And of course a deal with the devil or rather....some smug bastard

To Love, To Lose, To Heal is a journey through love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It follows a soul who loved deeply, lost painfully, and is now left to pick up the shattered pieces of a heart that once beat for another. In a world where love is both salvation and destruction, the struggle with emotions, memories, and the weight of what could have been. Torn between holding on and letting go, between the past and an uncertain future, they must confront their pain, their fears, and the truth they’ve been avoiding, healing isn’t about forgetting; To Love, To Lose, To Heal is for anyone who has ever loved too much, lost too deeply, and still found the courage to heal.

"I do not accept this pregnancy! I don't know what you're going to do but it is not my problem, and if anyone ever comes to know, you will regret it, Valerie." That was how her life crumbled. After a one-night stand with the alpha's son, she gets pregnant but Rohan is not ready to accept the pregnancy, she leaves the pack and gives birth to her babies, struggling to take care of them by herself. One night she comes back home and her kids are missing, and she is forced to return to Rohan to ask him for help and he agrees on condition. But conditions are not enough to stop them from falling in love with each other and making the same mistake they made years ago. But will he accept her? And is he willing to ruin his marriage to be with her? Or would Valerie find love elsewhere? And with whom?

Trigger warning- Suicide and Self-Harm content ahead, parental guidance suggested. ————— "Where am I? Am I dead after falling into that pit?' I say as I look for a piece of glass from the street and make a cut on the palm of my other hand. 'Bitch! That hurt' I looked at my left palm bleeding and the shrill pain coursing through my veins. That's self-harm, and that's not something I'm a stranger to. I shake off the thought of being dead or falling into the pit as there are no scratches on my body. I might have passed put after my failed date this morning. Thinking of which, I feel gloomier. I help myself up and walk and dust off my pretty pink dress, that's when I notice the unusually deserted streets, with stores all open and cars all parked, but no sign of any living being all around. The flowers are all in bloom but no single bee around the sweet nectar. That made me question myself, 'Shin Ha-Yun, are you sure you aren't dead?'

Cyren Seorang anak dari keluarga bangsawan klan pendekar pedang legendaris yang dikenal di seluruh dunia karena kekuatan dan ketangguhannya. Di tempat itu, hanya orang terkuat yang boleh bertahan hidup. Cyren adalah anak dari kepala keluarga Dravenheart. Namun, sejak lahir, ia lemah dan sering sakit-sakitan.

She signed the marriage contract with one rule; no love, no emotions, just a year-long arrangement. Desperate to save her family from ruin, Lia Morgan, a stubborn yet kind-hearted designer, agrees to marry cold, ruthless billionaire Damien Cross, a man who sees love as a weakness and marriage as a business deal. But neither expected that sparks would fly. What begins as a hostile partnership soon turns into a twisted game of glances, jealousy, and accidental touches. Just as hearts begin to soften, secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart. From ex-lovers to family betrayal, and a truth that could ruin everything… will their contract end in heartbreak or a forever neither of them dared to hope for? He married her to protect his empire. She married him to save her family. Falling in love was never part of the deal.

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.

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She was the girl everyone watched. He was the boy no one wanted to see. And she loved him anyway. Yumi Hanazawa was never supposed to fall for the ugliest boy in school — Akiro Kenzaki. He was scarred, silent, and hated for reasons no one remembered. But under the hoodie, behind the sharp sarcasm, was a boy who never believed anyone could love him. She changed that. But the world doesn’t forgive soft girls who love broken boys — and it doesn’t let them keep each other for long. They faced betrayal, silence, and separation. He left. She waited. And when he finally came back… It was already too late. This is not a story about first love. It’s a story about last love. About love that stays even after the heartbeat stops. He was never hers to keep. But she loved him like he was.

Arthur severa is forgotten,no he was made to be forgotten. By some one that he thought of his own blood and grandfather. and at the door step of death,he lost his reason to exist. but then he heard his own,younger voice. ––––––––––––––––––––––––– please read the Auxiliary volume. ––––––––––––––––––––––––– Author here,let me be confident here. This will be really good,and I mean it,so much so, At least for me, that I will continue with it even if I don't get a contract, that doesn't mean I don't want it,i really do,but even if I don't I'd still write it. As for the content of the novel,every body here can be kind of OP. I try to always dabble with new things so things can definitely go in many directions so bear with me if there is a part you don't like. *spoiler*(which I think would make the novel more interesting for you) The mc has a voice inside his head,and no,it's not an all powerful grandpa nor a deity waifu.Bro is just insane.i say it as the author.

What if there existed an entire world within a VR game that felt incredibly realistic? Akio, a teenager who despises the latest hyped game, Three Realms Online, undergoes a twist of fate when his father entrusts him with a developer's testing copy to play and encourages him to give the game a chance. Akio's father, a lead developer of the game, has dedicated years to this project and desires for Akio to experience the 'life-changing game' he helped create. What could possibly go wrong?

Christopher Bookers is transported to an alternate dimension when on a leisurely trip to a mall, plotted as the succeeding heir to the Yavhel Barony when the heirs begin to attempt to murder each other. Only problem is -- Christopher's favorite game was Rise of Nations, and he still has the Expansionist mindset. Alongside his system that feels like a Tutorial rather than an aide, he shall become a superpower!

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

This is the story about a man enjoying his peaceful day. while he was playing his video game on his xbox. He was creating his own civilization for very long time and, recreate his race. Then he got sudden message from a unknown link saying. Update your game to a better version and experience the daily life of your npc world. At that moment when my game finished downloading. The game change and became to realistic. His new virtual reality headset. That he brought online and thought the game wasn't that great. When he login into Xbox and saw new version of his games, and popping up new updates and download new maps. The game became to intense. New version and new graphic started to become so realistic. The npc was able to talk like there real person. He was able to communicate and help them level up. That's when the gamer started to experience and guide his npc students to a new era. The war is about to be changed and new version of themselves about to adapt to their new skills. Ding! [Congratulations! your new recruit as learned your skills] Ding! [Your recruit skill has been update and been advanced to B rank skill] Ding! [Your recruit as learned your moves and advance to level 1 to 10] Ding! The gamer was locking in. He was teaching them modern technique and they quickly understand and been enlightenment. He could not understand why they suddenly leveled up, just by teaching them. All npc were kneeing before him. They were all showing respect towards him and, looking at him like their his master. With single basic math and fighting moves. They all quickly advance and leveled up again. Ding! [Your students as advanced to higher class.] Ding! [Your students as learned low grade martial arts] The gamer didn't know that the world he is in, is real. So many of his students were now conquerors and build their own territory across the lands. Family and friends were at uh looking at their love ones being top of the world. The gamer was astonished. He kept going to different maps and seeing unknown things. His presence was known to all creatures before him. With wave of his hand, the entire island blow up. Ding! [You earn kill point!] [you earn kill point!] His notifications kept popping up. He alone was was the honor one and, heaven and earth was below him. He looks at his system panel seeing more maps being updated and upgrading. The game kept changing and changing. ........... #Fantasy #MartialArts #R18

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