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Reincarnated as Penny Teller (with a system and a dormant soulmate bond), she'll have to build her own future all while navigating through a world she'd only watched on TV before.

Moving into the Rathore household was supposed to be temporary. Anshika didn't expect twelve overprotective brothers, a kitchen turned into her kingdom, or her quiet presence becoming their favourite comfort. She didn't plan the forehead kisses. She didn't plan the emotional chaos either. And she definitely didn't plan becoming the one person they all lean on. But while the house buzzes with laughter and love... there's a whisper only she hears. A pulse she can't explain. A power she's been unknowingly carrying. And soon- very soon- things will come looking for what belongs to them,for what they waited for so long. ~Your author is impressed by her own writings 😁💃😂

He found the first letter in a locked cabinet no one remembered. Written in ink that hadn't faded in over a century... addressed to no one... but meant for him. Jungkook never believed in magic. Or ghosts. Or fate. But when the letters keep appearing-soft, poetic, hauntingly romantic-he can't stop reading. And he can't stop falling for the boy who writes them. But the more he loves, the more dangerous it becomes. Because the cabinet is not just a door to the past- It's alive. And it doesn't like to be forgotten. Some stories begin with a kiss. This one begins with a curse. ✨ TAEKOOK FF TOP :: KIM TAEHYUNG BOTTOM :: JEON JUNGKOOK 🍁 #1- topv🏅 #1 - toptaehyung🥇 #1- bottomjungkook🥇 #1- possessivelove🥇 #1- timetravellove🏅 #1- mystryfantasy🏅 #1- hauntinglove 🏅 #1- gothicfiction 🏅

Timothy's world ended the day his mother died. Lost in grief and battling the weight of despair, he wanders through life hollow, searching for a reason not to let the darkness win. Far above, in the divine realm, Eden-the God of Man-faces trial for breaking the highest law: loving an immortal. Betrayed by his own brother, Eden is cursed, stripped of his form, and cast to earth as nothing more than a green thread. When Timothy discovers the strange cloth, their fates entwine. The boy who cannot escape his pain and the god who cannot escape his punishment become bound together, each the key to the other's survival. But redemption never comes without sacrifice. And as gods wage war in the heavens, Timothy must decide: save himself-or risk everything to heal a fallen god. A story of grief, betrayal, and the dangerous light of hope.

A Twilight/Vampire Diaries Crossover In the mist-shrouded town of Forks, nothing ever truly sleeps-especially not the past. Or what seemingly could be the past? When a mysterious young woman arrives with secrets embedded in her skin and memories that don't belong to this lifetime, the delicate veil between what is and what was tears for her. Haunted by visions, drawn to places she's never been, and tethered by a connection to someone she' never met, she finds herself pulled into a world inclusive of Vampires, laws, and witches are spoken of only in hushed, forgotten whispers. Edward Cullen has gone, all the Cullens have gone. Bella's heartbreak becomes something far more dangerous when a hidden bond awakens, tying her to the newcomer in ways she can't understand-ways that hint at magic, destiny, and lives long since buried. In a story of past lives, forbidden magic, and the unraveling truth of who is truly worthy; love, loyalty, and legacy are all about to be rewritten. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of its original characters or concept created by Stephenie Meyer, nor do I own The Vampire Diaries or its extended universe. I only own the original characters, expanded plot, and worldbuilding elements unique to this series. This Story begins around New Moon, just before Edward Cullen leaves Bella Swan, and her descent into emotional stillness begins.

Four Kings. One Wild One. A destiny that defies them all. Seventeen-year-old Amilia never asked to be different. Raised in the human world, all she wanted was freedom, choice, and a life that belonged to her. But when glowing white eyes and impossible powers awaken within her, she learns the truth she was never meant to know- She is the Wild One. A prophecy as old as the realms themselves names her the only creature strong enough to rival the Queens, the only one powerful enough to claim the title of Queen of Kings. And fate has already bound her to four of the most dangerous men alive-the Werewolf Kings. Scar, Sebastian, James, and Eros. Her protectors. Her mates. Her undoing. But power never comes without a price. Marked before her crowning, hunted by rival realms, betrayed by the ones she should trust most, Amilia is caught between two worlds: the girl she was and the queen she is destined to become. The council calls her a weapon. The Kings call her theirs. The Queens call her a threat. And Amilia? She calls herself a mistake-until fire, war, and love prove otherwise. In a world where loyalty is tested, kingdoms burn, and hearts break, one thing is certain... The Wild One cannot be tamed.

I've seen a lot of Black clover x female reader, and I'm like, "Hey, where's the male readers?" and I know there are some but they are usually feminine male readers or something along those lines. sometimes it kinda irks me. There are some good ones though, that I can say. So I'm doing a Black clover x Male reader for everyone out there and myself. I can't promise that it'll be good, nor can I promise that it'll be telligible either. I'll try my best though. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Trying to figure out a description is hard.) So. You died. Hit by the infamous Truck-kun. After working a simple job that only took twelve hours of your life away that you'll never get back because the system is ass. You wake inside of an odd world that seems vaguely familiar...where have you seen it before? You don't know. It'll come to you eventually. "I'm far to tired for this. But what else can I do? Guess I'll stay and see how it goes. (𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮.) Started: 12/20/2025. Ended: ??/??/????

When 20-year-old Harry Potter is sentenced to spend eternity cleaning up the chaos he caused in the Department of Mysteries after the disastrous time-traveling stunt his son pulled , he decides to let someone else handle destiny for once. That "someone else" is Hermione Granger, of course, who discovers the prophecy might have been about her just as much as Harry. Brilliant, stubborn, and tired of watching fate play favorites, Hermione cracks the secret to not just traveling back in time but rewriting it. She just didn't expect the cost of becoming the Girl Who Lived to be her own life. Reborn as an orphaned eleven-year-old with no memory of the world she once knew, Hermione's new destiny begins in a shopping mall while shopping for school supplies where Hagrid stomps in to inform her she's a witch. Now thrown into the whirlwind of Hogwarts, Hermione must put up with cruel bullying from the Slytherins and teachers, relentless self-doubt that excelling in all her classes can't even stop, and the smug taunts of Harry and Ron, two would-be heroes who call themselves the prestigious "Gryffindoyen." But Hermione isn't alone. With loud-mouthed Lavender Brown and wimpy Neville Longbottom at her side, she'll have to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, uncover the truth about her past, and decide whether she even wants the destiny she stole before Voldemort rises (again) and conquers the magical world for good.

There is a small store that appears without warning. It looks like a stationery shop and a convenience store combined - ordinary, quiet, easy to overlook. Most people walk past it without ever noticing. Inside, the shelves hold simple objects. Each one carries a memory someone once believed was lost forever. People never come searching for the store. They find it when they are tired. When they are uncertain. When something inside them is quietly breaking. They leave remembering something important and forgetting the store ever existed. The Store of Misplaced Memories is a collection of interconnected short stories about forgotten moments, gentle magic, and the memories that return when we need them most. Best read slowly. Author's Note: This story is written for readers who enjoy soft, reflective narratives. There are no villains here only people, memories, and the quiet magic hidden in ordinary things. © All Rights Reserved. This is an original work of fiction. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or redistributed without the author's permission. If you want, I can: Make a shorter, algorithm-friendly version for Wattpad previews Write a 1-2 line hook for your story header Create alternate descriptions (mysterious / emotional / poetic) Just say which one you want.

In a world of hard labor and handmade trades, Hollis is a warrior of the dirt. But when a boy glitches into her yard smelling of a sea that shouldn't exist, she realizes some wounds can't be mended with a needle-and some secrets are better found in the silence of a slow-burn heart.Twenty-year-old Hollis is a warrior of the mundane. In a world that prizes the steady hand of a seamstress and the sharp edge of an axe, she and her cousin Rocure are the anchors holding their family together. Surviving is a rhythm: the smell of curry, the warmth of shared tea, and the "deepest trust" found in a quiet moment on the porch. But Hollis's reality is haunted by a father who vanished into the "Great Silence" and a dream of a sea she has never seen. When Crestess glitches into her yard-smelling of salt spray and sounding like a lightning strike-he brings the mystery of the coast with him. He is a boy out of place, a "loop" in time that shouldn't exist. As Hollis hauls him out of the dirt and into her life, a slow-burn connection begins to form-one born not of heat, but of shared burdens and whispered secrets. Between the hard work of the farm and the strange magic of the teleporting wanderer, Hollis must decide: is Crestess a clue to finding her father, or is he the first person to finally make her feel secure enough to stop fighting and start thriving?

"...and she often wondered what it was about duty and prestige?" A darling princess. A Goddess's incarnation. And, the conscience of her family. Utpalini, the manifestation of Goddess Lakshmi, and the daughter of Rajrishi Pandu, Kunti, and Madri, is born to the illustrious lineage of the Kurus. Pampered by her parents and her brothers, she is sheltered and must learn to be her own reckoning. Utpalini: The Goddess Descends, is Utpalini's tale from a sheltered princess, to Goddess who weaves the threads of fate.

She went to her room and locked herself inside the room. She slowly sat down and started crying, ''why does this always happen to me?" she said while putting her fingers in hairs. "I hate myself," she said, crying. Just then she got up and grabbed her sharp nail trimmer "I will end this" she said and almost cut off her vein, when she heard a very strange whisper. "Hey don't young Lady killing yourself is a sin" she turned and the nail trimmer fell off her hand. "Who is it?" she said but the voice did not come back, she looked inside the mirror she brought from her deceased relative. She watched her eyes, it was like her own reflection was looking at her, just than she felt her green eyes turning to electric blue, she got startled, then she turned and walked towards her bed, "It's like I am having hallucinations, can't die properly even " she said to herself and went to her bed. ****** She got up late in the morning; she didn't want to go to school. She turned to the other side of her bed. Still eyes closed she looked for a pillow but instead her hand touched something very hard, it was like a human arm, the manly odor was surrounding, first she thought she was dreaming, She hold him softly and hugged him. He was snoring faintly. She opened her eyes instantly, it was some unknown man on her bed and he was sleeping peacefully beside her, she narrowed her eyes to confirm it was indeed what she was seeing, she got up a bit while putting pressure over her arm. His light brown hair were fallen over his forehead, His broad chest was moving up and down as he breaths, when she realized that it was not dream, she got up and screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". An ordinary love story? Think again.

The gods of Mythgarde are linked to some of the Faeyen who live within this world, the gods' Soulshards embedded within their souls and hearts. The Faeyen (another word for faeries) who also are linked to these gods, are called Vestiges. The Vestiges are beings of pure magic, but are also simple Faeyen. They are stronger than most regular Faeyen, too. In this world, magic is a wild thing, but every Faeyen is linked to it, in one way or another. Follow these Faeyen Vestiges on their adventures to try and stop one of their fellows from destroying the very fabric of reality itself in his attempts to fuse with his chosen deity. Lysandaur Aeren has been driven mad by Sezesis, the Deity of War, who has also been trying to destroy the fabric of the world which separates the gods from the Faeyen. If they succeed in this dark mission, then the world itself is going to fracture apart. The other Vestiges need to stop the two of them, before it's too late.

A 16-years-old high school girl named Aira has been haunted by a dreams of a faceless boy. He would always standing at the edge of the road, always meeting a tragic end. She doesn't know why she dreams of him, but each time, her heart shatters a little more. Until the day she bumps into him in real life. Dark blue hair, thick eyebrows, a smile that hides a deeper pain. Haru is everything she's seen in her dreams, and yet, he's alive. Haru carries a secret too heavy for his age. Behind the cheerful facade is a boy who fears life almost as much as he fears loss. Bound by dreams that bleed into reality, Aira decides she cannot let him fade in her visions again.

Marco Polo believes in science and family, but California is more magical than he ever imagined-its secrets are waiting in the desert. ***** This is a low fantasy serial about thirteen-year-old Marco who wants to follow in the footsteps of his parents and become a wildlife biologist. Even though he is a rigid introvert/scientist type he is thrust into situations that are the opposite of that and he has to deal with it. It's a slowburn on many fronts. Please enjoy.

How hot were the flames of that gold dressed candle? Surely above the speed of my beating heart.

A Harry Potter fanfiction. At eleven, Rahul leaves home to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, arriving the same year as Harry Potter. He does not expect to be special. He expects to survive. Sorted into Gryffindor and learning magic alongside familiar names, Rahul moves through first year as history unfolds exactly as it always has. Or so it seems. Because some stories do not announce when they begin to change. As friendships form, questions deepen, and choices begin to matter, Rahul starts to notice patterns that others overlook. Moments where the world feels almost decided. Almost waiting. This is a slow-burn, canon-aware retelling of the Harry Potter series through the eyes of an original character. It follows the original events at first. Then asks what happens when someone notices them too closely. A story about identity, queerness, belonging, and the quiet courage it takes to step into a future that may not be written yet. Updates weekly.

A kiss under a moonlit pagoda. A bargain older than the river. A fox who is starving for the right reasons. When Nia Caldwell, a Black American exchange student with a jasmine sachet and a spine of quiet steel, lands in Seoul, she only wants to pass her folklore class and eat her way through every market stall in the city. Instead, she meets Lee Seong-jin-an impossibly composed grad TA whose eyes feel like moonlight on still water. He never eats in public. He always knows when she's being watched. And in the spaces between stories, Nia starts to hear a fox cry. Seoul becomes a living folktale: lantern-lit festivals, temple bells at midnight, mountain shrines that remember your name, and a patron in a gray suit who smiles like a knife. Tied to an ancient debt, Seong-jin is a gumiho who's teaching himself to starve-choosing tenderness over hunger, choosing her. But breaking a contract forged on riverbanks will cost a heart of joy freely given... and hunters never stop hunting. As danger tightens-stalking footsteps by the bell pavilion, mirrors that whisper, and tests set at a temple gate-Nia and Seong-jin build their own rituals: red beans, honey on the tongue, rice shared slow. Their romance burns warm and intimate, on the border but never explicit, all breath and promise and lingering hands. Together they'll have to outwit a smiling predator, guard a young stream spirit, and decide whether love can rewrite a legend without devouring them both. • Modern Korean fantasy with thriller heat and romantic slow-burn • Black female lead x Korean gumiho male, both exchange students • Lush city vibes: Bukchon, Namsan snows, Jeju sunrises, Cheonggyecheon lanterns • Found family, fierce boundaries, and joy as magic • Sensual, mature moments without explicit content Jasmine on the air. Nine tails in the shadows. Under Seoul's jasmine skies, love doesn't just survive the story-it changes the ending. ©️ Relle H

When the stars begin to fade, courage becomes the brightest light of all. On a quiet night, siblings Liana and Arian notice something impossible-the stars above their village are slowly disappearing. Guided by a mysterious spark of light, they uncover an ancient secret hidden within a forgotten library: the Star Key, a living relic born from starlight itself. Their discovery draws them into the Luminous Forest, a breathtaking world where trees whisper wisdom, rivers reflect dreams, and magical guardians test the hearts of those who dare to pass. Along the way, they must solve living puzzles, follow enchanted songs, and face challenges that demand kindness, trust, and bravery-especially when fear whispers doubt. As the fate of the stars hangs in the balance, Liana and Arian learn that restoring light to the sky requires more than magic alone. It calls for belief, compassion, and the courage to listen to the world-and to themselves. The Luminous Forest and the Star Key is a lyrical fantasy adventure celebrating imagination, sibling bonds, and the quiet power of hope. Written in rich, poetic prose, this timeless tale invites readers to step into a world where wonder is alive, dreams shape reality, and even the smallest light can guide the way through darkness. ✨ Ideal for readers who love: • Magical forests, star-filled worlds, and gentle fantasy • Thoughtful middle-grade and all-ages stories • Themes of courage, kindness, and imagination • Beautiful, atmospheric storytelling with heart A story for dreamers of every age-reminding us that when the world grows dim, belief can make the stars shine again.

Some whispers are never meant to be lost... Deep within an ancient forest where memories linger and shadows listen, a quiet lantern waits for someone brave enough to hear what the world has forgotten. When young Lio follows a mysterious whisper into the woods, he discovers a glowing lantern unlike any other-one that holds lost wishes, forgotten memories, and voices left unheard. Guided by Mira, a luminous being born of light and hope, Lio embarks on a gentle yet powerful journey through mist-filled paths and living shadows that seek to keep the past buried. As darkness gathers and forgotten memories begin to stir, Lio must learn that true courage is not found in strength alone, but in listening, kindness, and the willingness to remember. The Lantern of Lost Whispers is a beautifully written fantasy tale for readers young and old-a story about empathy, bravery, and the quiet magic hidden in the world around us. With lyrical prose and a dreamlike atmosphere, it invites readers to slow down, listen closely, and rediscover the light that lives within forgotten places-and within themselves. ✨ Perfect for fans of: • Gentle fantasy and magical realism • Thoughtful middle-grade and all-ages stories • Readers who love poetic storytelling, wonder, and heart This is not just a story about magic-it is a reminder that even the softest whisper can change the world, if someone chooses to listen.