Physicological Stories

(Discontinued) God, Satan, Hell Keeper, Heaven Staff, Angel, Devil, Demidemon, Spirit Medium/User/Hunter, Ghost, Many More :^) Jangan baca kalo lu males baca novel Inggris, nanti kusediain salinan Indonesianya. This novel is only for ppl who can understand English well. ***Slow Update***

The bond between Earth and Zarautha stretches beyond human comprehension. Were they gods or travelers from a fallen empire? Legends speak of a forgotten war, a messianic emperor who defied eternity, and a weapon capable of devouring souls. Harper Bancroft, amidst the echoes of the collapsing Soviet Union, unearths a mystery buried in the records of an ancient artificial intelligence. A being known as The Hungry One whispers from the darkness, demanding its tribute. And among the remnants of an intergalactic war, one name lingers with an uncertain fate: Heinrich Wigelboton. What was lost on that fateful diazul? What sacrifice ensured humanity's survival? Between fragmented accounts, buried truths, and echoes of extinct civilizations, history weaves itself through the voices of those who still remember. But in the vast emptiness of the cosmos, one warning remains: -The past never dies. It only waits to be remembered-.

The country is ruled by a moarch. Nobody dares to defy him. Nobody is spared not children , not women. In this cruel world there is no winning wepons like guns and bombs are only available to the goverment and even knifes when used for anything but food are considered illigal possesions. Every body wants to get rid of the monarch but a rebellion can't be lead without wepons. And none of the common public know how to make wepons, that is..... execpt for them. The 3 of them stay in a specialised prison only built for the 3 of them. The door to the prison hasn't been opened in 10 years. They are tourchered everyday but somewhere along the line they stopped feeling the pain. Or rather......they forgot how to feel anything. Nobody in the country knows their crime or what they did 10 years ago. They were just emotionless dolls waiting for their own death for 10 years. But everything changed when he entered the prison.

Chen Youn-ang was born into the spotlight-the son of two famous actors, blessed with beauty, intelligence, and promise. But fame cannot shield a child from betrayal. When his mother dies by suicide after his father's affair, Youn-ang's world fractures. Adopted by his cold, calculating uncle, he is raised not with love, but with purpose: to be powerful, untouchable, unstoppable. At school, he is brilliant. First in every exam. Feared, admired, and always alone. He uses others like chess pieces-even his loyal childhood friend, Ma Sofi. Emotions are weaknesses. Relationships are tools. But cracks begin to show. A smile here. A moment of hesitation there. And a question he cannot silence: What is all of this for? As his quest for revenge leads him to confront the father who ruined his life, Youn-ang's path spirals into darkness. And when it all ends-with blood, pain, and one final fall-he finds himself in an otherworldly white void... face to face with his creator. In this haunting psychological drama, memory and meaning collide. Is revenge ever worth it? Can a heart twisted by grief ever heal? Or are we all just stories-written by someone else, trying to make sense of suffering? "You are the dark side of my heart... the part I tried to hide." -???

Mata itu balas menatapku dengan tajam. Kekecewaan dan amarah terlihat dengan jelas dalam pandangannya. Aku terhanyut dalam kemarahan dan kekecewaan yang tergambar dari bola mata coklat yang masih menatapku dengan sangat tajam. Tiap detiknya tatapan itu semakin tajam, jika pandangan bisa membunuh mungkin aku sudah mati dibuatnya.

Like the title suggest, this is the collection of random sparks and whimsical thoughts. Maybe sometimes i'll insert random one-shot. In short,this is completely random.