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Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ??? Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

| Luxury can't protect you from loneliness. | Kyle Faulkner lives surrounded by everything that should feel like enough. It doesn't. That luxury makes every expectation too heavy, every sound too loud. He disappears - into screens, into code, into quiet that doesn't demand anything. Until the day a stranger enters his quiet. Doesn't push. Doesn't ask him to be different. Just stays. My Dear Nerd is a slow, intimate story about loneliness behind closed doors, fear that doesn't look dramatic, and the fragile courage it takes to step toward someone - without knowing whether you'll be met halfway.

A mythos lit into being by an angel's descent, the forgotten memory of a shattered flower, and a sister sealed in human skin-slowly recovering who she is within the Dreaming. Five cosmic brothers and one watchful demon circle the past she can't outrun. This is a family reunion she never chose... and one the universe might not survive.

𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬-𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. "𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅?" #1 in the mind #1 in the heart #1 in poemcollection #2 in self awareness #3 in recognition

Wobble Wobble Kokomi follows Jin Hyun-hee, a middle-aged housewife whose daughter Hae-na left behind an overly powerful computer "for Mom." Hyun-hee barely knows how to use it, but after seeing a trot singer advertise a game on TV, she installs it out of curiosity. By accident, she crosses into the game world and begins a quiet, slow life far removed from work and noise.

Maeve Raines has seen golden strings since her teenage years-thin, luminous threads tied to people's pinkies, binding them through choice, emotion, and consequence. Friendship. Betrayal. Belief. Obsession. Love. Everyone has them. Some have many. Having only one is rare. Having none is impossible. Except Maeve cannot see her own. Now in her late twenties, she lives a life that demands silence and observation. Her secret stays hidden, pressed between unanswered questions and the letters she writes to the Fates-quiet confessions meant for powers she isn't sure are listening. Over the years, she has learned every shade of gold that exists and memorized their meanings. There is nothing left about the strings that should surprise her. To the world, she is someone else entirely. She goes by Juno-a name chosen, not given. A name she wears like armor. Under that name, she drifts. Watches. Learns how lives knot and unravel. Until she meets Theo Mercer. Her neighbor is gentle, reserved, and marked by something she has never encountered before. He has no visible strings. Not one. The absence unsettles her more than any bond ever has-because she knows what every shade should mean, and yet he fits none of them. Theo knows nothing of fate or golden threads-only that being near Juno feels fragile, like something he shouldn't expect to keep. What unfolds between them is not loud or dramatic. It is slow. Measured. Built from shared glances, half-confessions, and the quiet comfort of being understood without explanation. And for the first time, Maeve feels something she cannot categorize-a pull, a burn around her own pinkie whenever she turns away from him. Still unable to see her string, she prays-desperately-that if it exists, it will not be the worst kind. The color of love that never gets to stay. To the Fates is a quiet, tragic exploration of destiny misunderstood, love interrupted, and the cost of seeing what others cannot.

She has millions of readers, a bestselling pen, and a business empire built on discipline and brilliance. But outside the glossy covers of her books, she is... a walking chaos - soft-hearted, emotionally tangled, and carrying stories she never meant to write about her own life. When an unexpected friendship enters her world - one that feels too comforting, too genuine, too dangerous - her carefully built walls start cracking. Between deadlines, late-night conversations, hidden fears, and unspoken laughter, she learns that even the strongest women need someone who sees them beyond their success. This is a story about emotions that spill over, friendships that anchor you, and the quiet softness that survives even in the messiest chaos. Not romance. Not drama. Just a journey of two souls learning what it means to choose peace, loyalty, and the courage to be understood. Started: 10, January 2026. Time: 9:03 pm

The counselling room was one thing, Ted's past is another. After finishing up his assignment from the enigmatic advocate, Ted finds that his session with Natalie wasn't simply a check up... But a tie to something deeper.

This poetry book, Echoes Beneath the Moonlight, is a collection of deeply emotional reflections that travel through love, heartbreak, loneliness, devotion, and silent resilience. Beneath the soft glow of moonlit nights and within dimly lit rooms of memory, these poems explore the fragile state of the human soul - wounded yet hopeful, broken yet still capable of loving. Through recurring symbols of the moon, shattered hearts, silent rivers, freezing seas, and trembling breaths, the book captures the ache of longing, the fear of losing someone, and the quiet strength found in enduring pain. Each piece feels like a confession whispered into the night - sometimes romantic, sometimes philosophical, sometimes standing at the edge of mortality - but always sincere. Echoes Beneath the Moonlight is not just a poetry collection; it is the voice of a soul navigating darkness while still searching for light.

When a town begins to fracture without warning, the ground beneath the ordinary starts to thin. Told through poetry, this is a journey of collapse, wilderness, and quiet becoming - tracing the path from smoke and narrow walls to river, mountain, and a slowly built heaven.

Margins Were Never Enough is a mythic chronicle of a woman who refused to compress her mind to fit the rooms she entered. Written in the tone of preserved manuscripts, this first chronicle traces the awakening of a voice once measured by narrow margins- and the architecture she built beyond them. Through archives of unsent letters, cathedrals of language, and winds that no longer explain themselves, the narrative explores articulation, discernment, and sovereign becoming. This is not a story of rebellion. It is a study of expansion. For those who have ever been told to shorten themselves, this manuscript offers something rarer than validation: Vastness A new chapter will be unveiled each week.

The city belongs to the mafia, and morality is considered a weakness. A young assasin was never supposed to question the system, but they do. In a world ruled by power, hesitation can bring on fatal conseqences.

Author's Note : You have found this book a collection of short yet profound stories for those whose minds wander into the unknown. Within these pages, you will find a short folklores, each a fragment of the author's thoughts, emotions, dream she had walked, and hidden depths. These stories are written for those who dream, who see the world through their own unique lens, and who seek meaning in the unspoken. A Collection of Whispers and Wounds : In the cracks between worlds, where sorrow has no name and dreams rot into mist, there exists a place untouched by time and mercy. Here, feelings are heavy and faceless. Here, love wears a bleeding mask, and rage slumbers beneath velvet skies. These fifteen stories are not merely tales they are the echoes of unspoken fears, unshed tears, and memories too fragile to survive the light. Enter if you dare: where lakes murmur lost lullabies, plush creatures cradle the last breath of innocence, friends become betrayers in the name of forgotten oaths, and a hollow-hearted village waits for a feeling it will never recognize. They are meant to be unsettling, unresolved just like the emotions we sometimes fail to understand. Let the eerie and mysterious accompany you on this journey of discovery. These are not stories meant to comfort you. They are the ones that haunt the places where your mind drifts when you think you're alone. "In every silence, a scream. In every goodbye, a curse. In every smile, a ghost." You are welcome here. But remember: once you hear the whispers, they will never leave you.

Eleanor has always believed silence was safer than speaking. But when the rain refuses to stop, every drop reminds her of what she's lost - and what she's still running from. Alone at the window, she watches the world blur, caught between grief and the fragile pull of something new. A story of solitude, faith, and quiet resilience; the journey of a college student whose life has only just begun.

I didn't become a writer for fame. I became one for her. She stopped replying to my messages, but she never stopped reading novels. So if she won't read my texts... maybe she'll read my stories instead. Every chapter is a memory of us. Every sentence is something i never got to say. And maybe, somewhere between the lines... she'll find me again.

Nothing is wrong. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. On the surface, their relationship is steady. Logical. Safe. But what happens when the tide starts to rise? What You Can't See is a poetic story about longing and the quiet tension that lives beneath intimacy. Told in lyrical fragments, it follows a woman who senses the shift long before the water reaches her lungs. Some things don't break. They drown.

a collection of poems, reflections and introspections. nature and music inspired and woven of dreams and memories. fragments of my life.

She has always known how to stay. She is learning how not to disappear. Alexy lives in quiet orbits, between family expectations, friendships that almost anchor her, and a world that finds her useful but rarely asks what she wants. She listens. She adapts. She makes space. Until one day, she doesn't. The Spaces Within is a soft, introspective coming-of-age story about silence, boundaries, and the courage it takes to stop arranging yourself for others. Told through small moments and inner shifts, this novel explores what it means to exist gently in a loud world, and what happens when stillness begins to move. This is a story for anyone who has ever felt- Present, but not centered Included, but unchosen Strong in quiet ways no one notices There are no grand twists here. Only gravity, distance, and the slow pull toward selfhood. Author's Note: This is a quiet story. It doesn't rush, and it doesn't shout. If you like small moments, inner worlds, and characters who change slowly - this is for you.