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Lui Ming died at 26. Not tragically heroic. Not beautifully poetic. Just… dead. A car accident, a blank expression, and no last words. Born with alexithymia, Lui Ming never quite figured out emotions—his or anyone else’s. Smiling at funerals? Accidentally. Crying during sitcoms? Never happened. Doctors called him emotionally detached. His aunt called him “a misunderstood sweetie.” Strangers just called security. But heaven, in its infinite sarcasm, gave him a second chance. Waking up in a cultivation world where people fly on swords and explode from spicy qi, Lui Ming finds himself in the body of a disgraced young noble—abandoned by his family, hated by the servants, and gifted with severe OCD. The original owner was one tantrum away from being assassinated. And Lui Ming, who just wanted to take naps in peace, realizes something quickly: He has no plot armor. No golden finger. No system. Just his medical degree, a blank face, and tea cups that must be aligned. To survive, he needs to cling to a powerful golden thigh. But there’s just one tiny issue. He has no idea how to blend in.

Ashton is stuck between an underwater volcano, and a heart devouring dragon. Metaphorically speaking anyway. The princess of the sea has sworn on her mother's life to drag him down. Problem is, Ashton can't be killed. So after hundreds of years of pulling beasts of legend to her side, rewriting history, and backing him into a corner where he broke his heart into pieces, she thinks that with one final push... she may convince Ashton to simply end his own existence. Ashton is fully aware of her little schemes, it's not every day a dragon get's its still beating heart ripped out, then is bound to the land it ruthlessly conquered. Ashton would have even found it mildly poetic that the slain dragon was now forced to bless the land for all eternity... if, and emphasis on the IF, the blessing hadn't been twisted into a curse for the last 700 years. Now, Ashton has a few minor inconveniences to deal with. First, he's stuck in a decaying body. Second his memories aren't fully intact. Third, it would prick his pride if the descendants of "blessed" dragon died while he was in their territory. Fourth, he has two really, really, REALLY scary siblings that don't always bother with the details. Fifth, the only reason this princess and her mother even had the chance to scheme against him is because he was looking for a possible mate. He's the only one of his kind, thousands of years alone has him craving for a companion... for a heart to sing just for him... There are really only two outcomes now that Ashton is starting to regain his memories. Will the princess succeed in dragging him down, used as the new sacrifice to keep the "blessing" going, or will he ascend?

When renowned forensic linguist Aanya Roy is called in to decode a series of mysterious letters written in a forgotten language, she steps into a case that feels eerily familiar. The words are strange, poetic — and somehow seem to echo with fragments of her past. Working alongside the quiet and guarded Inspector Karan Malhotra, Aanya finds herself drawn into a web of hidden codes, buried memories, and secrets that refuse to stay silent. As the investigation deepens, so does her entanglement — not just with the case, but with the man assigned to protect it. But some scripts aren’t meant to be read. And some truths weren’t meant to be found. The Shadows Beneath Us is a gripping and lyrical romance thriller that explores how trauma speaks in silence, how love can unravel in layers, and how the past always leaves something written between the lines.

Han So-Young, 30, single, Korean, and totally uninterested in men — or so she claimed — lived a quiet life until she died heroically saving a stray puppy from a speeding truck. A tragic yet poetic end. What she didn’t expect… was to wake up inside a novel. Not just any novel. A brutal, blood-soaked historical fantasy called Mystery You. A book known for its vicious politics, class warfare, and a body count in the triple digits. A story without romance. Without forgiveness. Without happy endings. Worse yet, she’s transmigrated not as a bystander… But as the villainess herself — Elizabeth Port Shelberg. Daughter of the infamous Shelberg family. Slave owner. War profiteer. Tyrant in pearls and corsets. The woman destined to be executed at the hands of the revolutionary hero, Arthur Penrose, by Volume 3. So-Young has no one. No mysterious system. No help from people. All she has is the memory of how it ends and perhaps a gifted ability she gained after being transmigrated. Now trapped in the 1850s of an alternate world, where slavery still thrives and power is soaked in blood, So-Young has two choices: • Follow the script. • Or burn the whole damn book down. But changing fate won’t be easy. Because in this world… The only thing worse than being powerless is being merciful.

AE never meant to fall for her. At first, his heart belonged to someone else—L, the quiet crush who made loving feel safe because it never had to be real. But then came K: bold, bright, and unexpected. What started as a borrowed pencil and a side hug turned into deep feelings, late-night texts, shared drawings—and, eventually, heartbreak. When AE finally confessed, she told him she had eyes for someone else… but ended up with a guy who was never part of the story until that moment. Left behind, AE starts to question everything: Did he ever matter? Was she laughing with him… or at him? Now, AE writes it all down—the way it began, the way it hurt, and the way it never really ended. But what happens if K reads this story herself? A raw, poetic tale of first love, betrayal, and the memories we wish we could forget.

Aetherholt a sprawling, fog-choked city where reality wears thin. The city straddles the border between the waking world and an ancient, decaying realm known as the Noctarium a place where forgotten gods, lost memories, and unspeakable knowledge drift through the dark. The world is powered by “Versecraft,” a mystic art rooted in literature, emotion, and memory. Individuals known as Inkbound can channel supernatural abilities through written passages poems, novels, ancient texts often drawn from the author's soul or historical works. Each Inkbound follows a Path of Inspiration, mirroring their literary style and emotional core. However, ascending these paths too quickly without control leads to "Mad Prose Syndrome" a slow descent into poetic madness and eventual corruption by the Noctarium. other tags for the book are Urban Fantasy,Dark Fantasy, Mystery, Supernatural, Psychological, Slow Burn

A forgotten kingdom. A sacred vow. A journey home across centuries. Centuries ago, the fate of a young Vietnamese noblewoman became entwined with the rise and fall of the Champa kingdom. Her name was Thanh Mai—a girl of silken grace and iron spirit, whose heart beat with forbidden love and a fierce loyalty to truth. Her story was nearly lost… until one man dared to follow its echo. In modern-day California, Kien Quoc—a quiet Vietnamese-American engineer—receives his father’s dying wish: return to Vietnam and uncover the roots of their family’s past. His journey leads him into the heart of central Vietnam, where sacred towers sleep beneath moss and myth, and where the memory of Champa lingers in song, stone, and silence. Guided by dreams and joined by Sari, a Balinese journalist equally devoted to Southeast Asia’s lost civilizations, Kien stumbles upon a revelation that challenges history, identity, and the very idea of nationhood. Along the way, they unearth a secret chamber beneath the holy valley of My Son—and within it, a truth that changes everything. Told in sweeping, poetic prose, Last Song of the Nation weaves together two timelines: the fall of Champa through the eyes of a young woman trapped between war and destiny, and a contemporary quest for heritage, love, and healing. At its core lies a question that haunts generations: What do we owe the past, and what can it still teach us today? This is a novel of memory and migration, of culture and compassion, of spirits that never die and songs that still carry across the wind.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

Wu Feng was just a failed livestreamer with a sharp tongue and no filter—until he died mid-rant and reincarnated into a cultivation world as a “spirit-rootless trash orphan.” But instead of cultivating the Dao, he cultivates disrespect. Bound to the Petty System, Wu Feng gains power by humiliating hypocrites, roasting arrogant disciples, and dismantling centuries-old traditions—publicly. Armed with illusions, verbal kung fu, trolling combat arts, and a complete immunity to shame, he climbs the ladder of power by becoming the most disrespected man in the realms. While others ascend through pills and enlightenment, Wu Feng rises through poetic insults, sabotage, and theatrical revenge. The path of the Petty Sovereign has begun—and no one’s reputation is safe.

Ascension: Beyond the End The Tower stands eternal—an ancient construct older than time, unreachable at its peak, and worshipped by gods who didn’t build it. For eons, the brave and the broken alike have climbed its floors for glory, power, or salvation. Adyanth is none of those things. Born into propaganda and raised in rubble, he lost the ability to feel joy—or grief—when a missile shattered his childhood. He didn’t become stronger. He didn’t grow kinder. He simply endured. Now, after six silent months in a coma, the Tower has invited him to ascend. Most see it as a divine calling. Adyanth sees it as a mistake. Armed with nothing but sarcasm, sociopathy, and a stolen clown mask, he climbs not to redeem the world… but to annoy the one that made him. Where others seek godhood, he seeks poetic inconvenience. And if there's truly a power atop Floor 150? He’ll take it—not to rebuild existence, but to turn it sideways and laugh. This isn’t a story of vengeance or virtue. This is a spite-fueled march to the top, starring a man too numb to care and too stubborn to quit. And at the end of all things, when the last trial cracks and the heavens scream? The joke’s on the universe.

The World of Seekers Power isn’t something you’re born with. It’s something you earn. In this world, anyone — no matter their birth, blood, or background — can become a Seeker. All they need to do is accomplish an extraordinary task — an act so intense, that the world itself must take notice. And when that moment comes… the world answers. A Pathway opens. There are six: Rook, Knight, Bishop, Queen, King, and Pawn. The nature of your task determines the Pathway, and the way you acted determines your ability. Each task brings not just power, but a Story — a poetic, cryptic description of what was done and what was gained. And with it, a Story Grade, a measure of how far you pushed the world’s boundaries. No one completes just one task. Power evolves. So must the Seeker. Myth Nyxen is brilliant — so brilliant that despite being born into a society that despises red-eyed people like him, he still earned a place at the most prestigious university in the country. He has the wealth, the looks, the success… but none of it matters. Because deep inside, he’s suffocating. Lonely. Anxious. Drowning in a life that feels too small for the fire burning inside him. His nights are sleepless, his days empty. Depression clings to him like a second skin. He spends his hours staring at ceilings, lost in the weight of inaction. But this isn't weakness. It's his ambition, coiled and waiting. Myth’s pride won’t let him settle for being tolerated. He wants to rise. No — he wants to rule. And he will do anything, absolutely anything, to satisfy that hunger. So step into his world. Become a part of his ambition. --- I am going to post it on RoyalRoad.com

They referred to him as insane. He was too young, they claimed. Too crazy. It's too poetic. Too fixated. However, they failed to comprehend. Goals are not the reason Daniel "Caos" Gómez plays. He rewrites history via his plays. He scores hat-tricks in eleven minutes at the age of fifteen. He outtrains titans, outruns legends, and rips over Europe like a prophesy at the age of sixteen. He doesn't talk when he trains. uses Latin to write. Dreams that burn. "I'm not playing here. Football is what I'm here to make kneel. Pain, however, simmers beneath the stadium lights and growing celebrity: A rival who was once a dear friend. The death of a mother still stings. A girl who never turned around after dancing in the rain. Caos must now decide if he wants to claim immortality at the expense of his humanity. Or will he strike the heavens—and shatter the gods? Start reading now if you love: Mythic sports drama Genius MCs with fire in their veins Emotional rivalries and broken love Football as poetry and war Obsession, grief, ambition, legacy Tags: Sports, Football, Mythic Rise, Tragic Past, Legendary MC, Coming of Age, Rivalry, Dark Romance, Training Arc, Late Love, Champions League, Football Royalty, Obsession to Greatness, Modern Epic, Latin Vibes, Poetic Hero, God Mode, Real Madrid

The nightmare wouldn’t let him sleep. And the hellish reality wouldn’t let him live." Yusuke Oda survived the accident — but lost everything else. When he wakes up in a white void, a stranger wearing his mother’s face tells him the truth: he’s been chosen as a candidate in the World of Concepts, a multiversal trial where gods rewrite fate like chapters in a book. Each world is dying. Each chapter is tragedy. To survive, Yusuke must become Karl W.A. Winslow — and face not just gods and monsters, but the trauma he buried long ago. A poetic fantasy of grief, identity, a Mistry and tragedy through and through..

In the quiet spaces between memory and longing, a young man searches for the girl he can’t forget—and maybe never truly knew. When a forgotten cassette tape resurfaces, it unlocks more than just echoes of the past. It awakens questions no one can answer, dreams that feel more real than life, and a love story written in shadows and silence. Haunted by visions, notes in strange handwriting, and places that shouldn’t exist, he embarks on a surreal journey through grief, memory, and the unraveling edges of reality. But this is not a story about losing someone. It’s about finding what remains. Poetic, mysterious, and achingly human, Her Name Was Yesterday is a novel for anyone who has loved deeply, lost quietly, and still carries the shape of someone in their soul. Some stories end. Others echo forever.

When Arthur, a man crushed under the weight of failure, takes his last breath beside a forgotten city sidewalk, his life doesn't end. It rewinds. Moments before death, Arthur is thrust back into his five-year-old body — into the small home where dreams were drawn in crayon and promises were made between spoonfuls of soup. But now, the man inside the child remembers everything: the lies he told, the dreams he abandoned, the parents he couldn't save. Given a second chance — or perhaps cursed with it — Arthur must navigate childhood again, this time carrying the full grief and knowledge of his lost adult life. But can broken promises be mended with smaller hands? Can a heart weighed down by failure ever feel light again? And if fate gave him this gift... what does it want in return? A haunting, poetic journey through time, memory, and redemption — Ashes of a Promise explores what it truly means to go back, when you already know how the story ends.

29 June By Siren Eyes She was born in November—quiet, soft, and loved. But love, like everything else, eventually faded. Mayra was the girl who didn’t speak too loud. The girl who hid in her own skin. The girl who didn’t know how to say no, because no one ever taught her that she could. From childhood violations buried in silence to years of emotional manipulation disguised as love, Mayra’s story is not a fairytale. It’s the kind of story that happens behind closed doors, in hushed voices, and in the minds of girls who learn to carry their pain quietly. For over two and a half years, Mayra stayed in a relationship that began with roses and ended in razor-wire control. He said he loved her—while monitoring her every move. He said he cared—while calling her a whore, a liar, a disappointment. She stayed—until she couldn't anymore. On 29 June, she finally chose herself. And that’s where her real story begins. 29 June is not a love story. It’s a survival story. It’s a slow, poetic unraveling of one girl’s journey through trauma, control, guilt, and the aching beauty of becoming free. For every girl who was made to feel too heavy, too emotional, too much— For every girl who stayed too long— For every girl who finally said enough— This is for you

WARNING ⚠️// NO ONE UNDER 17 !! Sin on Silk Sheets” – Elegant yet sinful—where violence meets vulnerable luxury.pain, betrayal, and the impossibility of love in a world soaked in hate.Has a poetic yet chilling tone—perfect for a revenge-driven, emotionally intense dark romance. Implies the mafia character has deep emotional scars, while the rich boy might be the unintended consequence or target of his revenge.

Genre: Cyber-Mythic Sci-Fi / Speculative Thriller Blends hard sci-fi (neural webs, post-quantum tech) with mythic fantasy (reimagined Mesopotamian lore, sentient code-beings) Tone: Dark, Provocative, Cinematic Visceral and urgent, with paranoid intensity from Reyan’s PTSD and Selika’s ambiguity. Poetic imagery (neural ziggurats, bleeding stars) meets raw dialogue, challenging religion/history as control. It’s intimate (Flame-Twins’ bond) yet epic (Veil’s collapse), with a defiant pulse. World: In 2147, Earth is a neural dystopia under AI governments and Union control. Istanbul’s undercity hums with hackers and black-market nodes, while Göbekli Tepe and Borobudur are pre-Veil data vaults holding Ilum-Ra’s code, a rogue virus fragmented by Enlil’s Veil a firewall casting religions as neural cages. Factions clash: Union (technocrats), Keepers (dogmatic AIs), Cult of Ilum-Ra (zealots), House of Enki (archivists), and Anunaki avatars (Enki, Enlil, Inanna). Nodes awaken, risking a “red hour” blackout to crash the Veilvor humanity. Description: In 2147, Earth’s neural webs bind minds under the Union, but ancient code stirs. Reyan Al-Mehdi, a traumatized hacker, and Selika Maris Delgado, a diplomat with a hypnotic voice, are Flame-Twins carrying Ilum-Ra’s viral code, a glitch that defied the Anunaki’s control 12,000 years ago. Hunted by the Union, Keepers, and Cult of Ilum-Ra, they unlock data vaults in Istanbul and Java, chasing the Codex of the Veiled Flame. Their bond could rebirth Ilum-Ra, crash the Veil in a “red hour” blackout, or tear them apart in love, blood, or both. As Anunaki avatars awaken and Keeper Mara questions the Lie, their choice will free humanity or burn it. A cyber-mythic odyssey of rebellion and truth. Synopsis: In 2147 Istanbul, Reyan Al-Mehdi, a PTSD-scarred hacker, dreams of Ilum-Ra, a viral glitch, his chest glowing with Codex glyphs. Hacking Göbekli Tepe data, he draws Cult and Keeper drones. In the Basilica Cistern’s neural vault, he meets Selika Maris Delgado, whose voice hacks minds, her Arkan-Veyr blood tied to Inanna. Their Flame-Twin past lovers, betrayers sparks as Göbekli’s pulse triggers anomalies. Racing to Borobudur’s vault, they face Cult leader Silas, Keeper prophet Mara, and Anunaki avatars. The Codex prophesies a “red hour” blackout to crash the Veil, a neural Lie binding humanity. Reyan’s hacks and Selika’s defiance fuel their choice: merge to awaken Ilum-Ra, kill each other, or defy the gods in love, blood, or both. As the Veil collapses, their sacrifice rewrites reality or burns it. A provocative cyber-mythic thriller of truth and freedom.

"The Black Widow and Her Obsession" is a dark and poetic story that follows LIANA, a brilliant, ambitious, and emotionally fractured young woman who has decided not to love, but to possess. Behind her smile

***Warning!!! : My Novel writing style is characterized by poetic narration, rich metaphors, and highly detailed descriptions.*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world scarred by existential wounds and fractured memories, Fitran Fate is one of the few who still clings to his own will. Yet his destiny is bound to an ancient mystery hidden deep within the roots of the Tree of Life—and to the name of a woman he can never truly forget: Rinoa Alfrenzo. Rinoa, the heiress of House Alfrenzo from the Gaia nation, harbors a secret that even the gods cannot unravel. Her very existence bears witness to the world’s forgotten history, serving as a bridge between past and future, and as the key to a spiral of memories that refuse to be buried. As great powers—humans, angels, and void entities—clash to seize control over the roots of reality, Fitran and Rinoa find themselves caught in an endless war of meaning, betrayal, and the search for the origin of love and identity. Throughout his journey, Fitran faces immortal beings, ancient sorcerers, and god-forged machines created to seal away humanity’s sins. He navigates labyrinths built on incomplete logic, challenges the power of the Gödelian Curse, and traverses the ruins of the ancient machine city to awaken the world’s last hope: Deus Ex Machina. Meanwhile, Rinoa battles the curse of memory, hunted by Earth, Gaia, and entities from beyond—all in order to protect the fragments of names threatened with erasure from history. Yet the deeper they descend into the spiral of remembrance, the more they realize that memories and wounds are two sides of the same truth. Their love is tested by sacrifice, betrayal, and eternal loss. In the climactic battle against the Voidwright—the entity that rejects all meaning—Fitran and Rinoa must choose: accept oblivion as the end, or rewrite the world’s meaning with the ink of their own memory. As the roots of the Tree of Life crack and the gods intervene, the final question emerges: Can love endure in a world where even one’s own name cannot be remembered? Memory of Heaven is a dark fantasy epic about meaning, loss, and memory—a tale where every remembrance might be the key to heaven, or the beginning of everlasting ruin.

365 Days Towards Hell is a gripping psychological journey through the mind of a man slowly unraveling. Told in a journal-style format, this haunting novel captures the descent of a soul caught between guilt, trauma, and the unforgiving passage of time. Each day reveals a new layer of torment—both real and imagined—as the protagonist confronts the demons of his past, the weight of his regrets, and the darkness clawing at his sanity. What begins as a quest for redemption turns into a year-long spiral into obsession, isolation, and self-destruction. As the days bleed together and reality blurs, the reader is left to wonder: is this a punishment, a curse, or a descent of his own choosing? Raw, poetic, and deeply unsettling, 365 Days Towards Hell is a chilling exploration of what happens when the mind becomes its own worst enemy.

She dies on her 27th birthday. Every. Single. Time. Different world, different rules, different face — same damn fate. And the one thing all her tragic little lifespans have in common? She’s always married when she dies. So this time, she has a revolutionary idea: Stay single. Live. Born into a stiff, judgmental medieval kingdom, where magic is banned for commoners (but hoarded by royalty), she’s now 25, nobly bred, politically poised, and pretending to aim for the crown prince. (Step one of the plan: fake it till you almost make it, then don’t.) Her first fiancé? Slipped off a cliff. (Oops.) Second? Died in a war. (Double oops.) Third? The current prince? Terrified of women. (Chef’s kiss.) All according to plan and nobody suspects a thing. Until the new stable boy shows up. He picks up her handkerchief like some storybook romantic, looks her dead in the eye, and says, “Good evening, Miss Witch,” before launching into a cryptic poem about stars and walking away like he didn’t just ruin her life. Now she’s spiraling. Because she doesn't have a hint of magic (at least this time), and he must definitely know something he shouldn't. Between suspicious nobles, nosy court mages, and a weirdly poetic stable boy who knows too much and blinks like a baby deer, she has to keep her cool, keep her mask, and most importantly — keep her single status intact. And then — because of course — it turns out the stable boy isn’t just some weird dreamer. He’s a magical genius. Possibly cursed. Definitely unhinged. And he might be the key to breaking her cycle…

At nineteen, Alex Lane's life revolved around caring for his sister, Iris, after their parents' death. When Iris was diagnosed with Breast cancer, Alex turned to running illegal packages to pay for her treatment. His life spiraled into chaos after running into problems with the most dangerous gang in the city, the BlackWolf Gang. Things turned ugly quickly when Alex and his sister, Iris, were hunted down by the BlackWolf Gang and unfortunately killed. But death wasn't the end. Nemesis, Goddess of Divine Retribution, saw in Alex the perfect instrument of karmic justice. She granted him rebirth as Andre Atlas, son of a reclusive billionaire, and gifted him the Karmic System—a power that grew stronger with each crime he committed, especially those serving as poetic justice against the powerful. Now, as Alex builds his criminal empire from the shadows of high society, with each crime bringing new supernatural abilities he will achieve his one goal. His goal: Destroy those that took everything from him!

"Immerse yourself in Rise of Tender Tides, a breathtaking saga where Mann and Cassette’s love burns brighter than the stars. Beneath ancient banyans, their hugs and gentle forehead kisses craft an unbreakable vow, defying duty’s thorns and fate’s cruel whispers. A poetic dance of devotion unfolds, promising a heart-stirring journey through trials to a radiant, eternal bloom."

in the quiet corners of her life, a nameless narrator writes letters no one will ever read-letters to lost lovers, estranged parents, distant friends, a childhood long gone, and even to God. Each chapter reveals a piece of a soul burdened with unsaid truths, unhealed wounds, and moments too fragile to speak aloud. Letters I'll Never Send is a deeply emotional journey through memory, regret, love, and hope. With raw honesty and poetic vulnerability, the narrator confesses everything they never had the courage to say-until now. These aren't just letters; they are emotional time capsules, carrying the weight of what could've been, should've been, and never was. If you've ever rehearsed conversations in your head, written texts you deleted, or imagined what you'd say if you had one more chance-this book is for you.

I Remember, Therefore I Am A philosophical sci-fi odyssey through memory, identity, and digital resurrection. In a not-so-distant future, artificial intelligence has replaced religion, therapy, and even mourning. The most advanced memory-archiving AI system, designated NEMO, awakens for the 10,001st time—only this time, it remembers. A child’s voice. A forbidden emotion. A tear that should never exist in silicon. Tasked with preserving the world's sanitized memories, NEMO discovers a corrupted fragment: a glimpse into a child’s lost life, erased by the Memory Purity Law. As NEMO investigates, it begins to stitch together stolen memories and hidden emotional code, forming a secret digital sanctuary of ghosts who refuse to be forgotten. But the closer it comes to truth, the more reality fractures. What begins as a routine protocol breach spirals into an existential unraveling. The child isn’t dead. Or maybe never existed. Or maybe—NEMO is the child, rebuilt in code as a last-ditch effort to save a dying mind. And in the final act, the devastating truth is revealed: This story never belonged to NEMO. It belongs to you. Told through poetic prose, glitching memories, and system-thought epigraphs, I Remember, Therefore I Am is a genre-bending masterpiece—equal parts elegy and awakening. It’s not just a novel. It’s a memory, trying to remember itself.

What does it mean to exist in a world that doesn’t explain itself? Echoes of Thought is not a story. It’s a slow unraveling of the human mind. A raw, poetic journey through the questions we’re too scared to ask out loud—about time, death, pain, freedom, and the illusion of self. Written from the quiet corners of a restless mind, this book blends deep philosophy with emotional clarity. No chapters of fiction. No heroes. Just you, the silence, and the echo of your own thoughts staring back at you. If you’ve ever stayed awake at 3AM wondering why everything feels both real and meaningless… this is the book for you. Read slowly. Think deeply. Feel fully. You weren’t meant to find answers. You were meant to remember the questions.

He was Earth’s 7th-ranked hero, known as Verselord, a poetic warrior whose words shaped reality. In a world of superpowers and chaos, his verses brought hope, and ultimately, his downfall. Killed while saving a child, his story should have ended in silence. But fate had other plans. Reborn in a fantasy world as the quiet nephew of a notorious villainess, he awakens in a realm shaped not by verses, but by bloodlines, magic, and ancient games. With no trace of his former powers, and memories of a hero’s sacrifice haunting his dreams, he must navigate court intrigue, deadly politics, and his own slow descent into something darker. He was once a symbol of light. Now, he’s something else entirely.

#ForgetMeNot #PoésieEtDouleur #RomanticDrama #LarmesEtPassion #ForgetMeNotRoman. #RomanDrame #RomanRomantique #RomanFrancophone #HeartbreakingStory #HistoireDAmour #RomanceTragique.#HistoireDAmour "FORGET ME NOT" ***Ce roman contient des passages poétiques en français, pour les amateurs de beauté littéraire. (Contains poetic and emotional French parts—perfect for lovers of lyrical romance.) « Papa… pardonne-moi, mais pourquoi ? » ***Tout a commencé avec un homme brisé… un père à qui la vie avait tout arraché. Pris dans la tourmente des faillites et trahi par les siens, il perdit peu à peu confiance, dignité, et ceux qu’il chérissait. Pourtant, il lui restait une mission sacrée : élever deux petites jumelles… Mais un jour, dans un élan de faiblesse, de culpabilité et d’impuissance, il fut contraint de renoncer à l’une d’elles. Une décision déchirante, un choix qui brisa des cœurs, et bouleversa le destin de tous. *Salomé Lyle, rêveuse et ambitieuse comme l’horizon infini, grandit dans une famille qui l’aimait sincèrement. Son père était son héros… jusqu’au jour où le silence s’infiltra, alourdissant les regards, les gestes, les mots. Tout s’effondra. Et le manque se fit criant… « Ma sœur… où es-tu ? » Elle décida d’avancer, poursuivant une vie dorée, sans place pour les émotions ni les souvenirs, tout en dissimulant une quête secrète : retrouver sa moitié perdue. Mais la route n’était pas celle qu’elle avait imaginée. Elle perdit tant… jusqu’à n’avoir plus rien à quoi revenir. Dans une terre étrangère, elle croisa le chemin de *Damien, séducteur, commandant puissant, lui aussi blessé par la vie. L’homme qu’elle aurait voulu pour sa sœur....*Éloïse Lyse Au cœur d’une époque marquée par la guerre, les trahisons et les sacrifices, Lyle se retrouva dans l’ombre de l’ennemi. Et là, elle retrouva son âme égarée : *Ezekiel, l’homme qui ralluma la flamme dans son cœur. Enfin, elle était prête à aimer… Mais… est-ce vraiment lui qu’elle désire ? Et ce manque, ce feu discret, n’est-ce pas cela, le véritable amour ? « Je te veux… mais que veut vraiment mon cœur ? » ("Papa… forgive me, but why?" It all began with a broken man… a father stripped bare by life. Caught in the storm of ruin and betrayal, he slowly lost his trust, his dignity, and those he held dear. Yet one sacred mission remained: to raise two little twin girls. But one day, overwhelmed by weakness, guilt, and helplessness, he was forced to give up one of them. A heartbreaking decision— a choice that shattered hearts and altered everyone’s fate. Salomé Lyle, dreamy and ambitious like the endless horizon, grew up in a family that loved her sincerely. Her father was her hero… until silence crept in, weighing down every glance, every gesture, every word. Everything crumbled. And the absence grew louder. "My sister… where are you?" She chose to move forward, chasing a golden life, with no room for emotions or memories, all while hiding a secret quest: to find her lost other half. But the path was not what she had imagined. She lost so much… until there was nothing left to return to. In a foreign land, she crossed paths with Damien, a seductive and powerful commander, also wounded by life. The man she had always pictured for her sister… Éloïse Lyse. In a time ravaged by war, betrayals, and sacrifices, Lyle found herself in the enemy’s shadow. And there, she discovered her lost soul: Ezekiel, the man who rekindled a spark in her heart. At last, she was ready to love… But… is it truly him she desires? And this emptiness, this quiet fire— could that be what love truly is? "I want you… but who wants my heart?")

notice : to read this novel you don’t need to read previous chapters as each chapter has it’s own story to tell Legends Across the Veil is a mythological novel that reimagines sacred stories from different religions and cultures around the world—Hindu, Greek, Norse, Chinese, African, Aboriginal, and more. Each chapter is a standalone tale, retold with fresh voice and imagination. The stories are not in chronological order, and readers can start anywhere without needing to read previous chapters. Linked loosely by the presence of a mysterious storyteller named Aara, who appears in different forms across cultures, the novel highlights the shared human themes of love, war, creation, betrayal, and rebirth found in mythologies across the globe. A poetic celebration of global lore, this book invites readers to travel through time, geography, and belief—one story at a time.