Philosophie Stories

Who are you when you're with me? There is a version of you that your family knows. A version your oldest friends remember. A version that appears around the person who makes you laugh until you forget to be self-conscious. And perhaps a version that only exists when you're alone. We like to believe that somewhere beneath all of it is one "real" version of ourselves. The truest one. The one that exists untouched by everyone else. But what if that's not how people work? What if the people we meet don't simply become part of our lives, but quietly bring out parts of us we didn't know existed? The People We Become Around Other People is an exploration of identity, relationships, memory, and all the different selves we carry through life. The friends who make us feel like children again. The people who make us smaller. The ones who teach us confidence. The ones who teach us fear. The ones who remember a version of us we've long since outgrown. And the uncomfortable question underneath it all: If everyone knows a different version of you, which one is actually you?

Book 1 is now complete She spent her life fighting monsters no one else dared to see. When the world failed, Vedha built her own system-an underground network that hunted those who thrived on suffering. She predicted betrayal. She accepted the cost. And still-she died saving others. But death was not the end. Reborn in the age of the Mahabharata, she enters a world ruled not by logic-but by dharma. A world where men like Yudhishthira cannot escape righteousness... And beings like Krishna already know how it ends. War is inevitable. Choices are irreversible. Knowledge is not power-it is a burden .If you already know the ending... WOULD YOU STILL TRY TO change it? #1 Mahabharata #3 Mahabharata #5 Mahabharata #1 Yudhistira #1 parashurama #2 Arjuna

━━━━━━━━━ ( ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ ) ❝ 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 ; 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 . 𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ; 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 . ❞ 𓂃 イタチ うちは 𓂃 © 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉

Jaikar spent years chasing his dream job with unwavering discipline. Then she walked in, painting his life with colors he had never known. As love ignited, chaos threatened to shatter everything he held. She drew new stars across his skies, And ignited the fire behind his eyes. Now passion burns where order reigns. Two hearts, one tethered, one untamed. Can he keep both, the dream and the fire, Or should one fall for the other's desire? "You could've died because of me." "You could've died because of me too." "But why! Why would you do that for me?" "Something was there. Long before I know it."

18+ Margo, a philosophy student in a feminist ethics class, crosses a line one drunken night and finds herself pulled into a dark, erotic web of desire and control. What starts as a whispered challenge spirals into submission. Four different men, all hungry for power. Belts on skin, knees on carpet, mouths filled and denied, bodies used and tested. Amid debates on power, consent, and fantasy, she surrenders deeper-to pain that blooms into pleasure, to rules that strip away choice, to the quiet thrill of being nothing but obedient. A raw, unapologetic descent into kink, hierarchy, and the intoxicating edge where feminist theory meets flesh.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

She didn't just survive the disaster- she became it. After fusing with an entire city, Kawaiia turns into something impossible: a living anomaly capable of reshaping reality itself. But power like that doesn't come quietly. As beings known as witches begin to appear-each one embodying absolute concepts like knowledge, severity, and creation-Kawaiia is forced into battles that go far beyond strength. She doesn't destroy her enemies. She understands them. And with every encounter, she changes. But there's a limit. When her power spirals out of control and collapses an entire timeline, Kawaiia is forced to confront a terrifying truth: Infinite power without control doesn't make you a god. It breaks everything. Now, standing at the edge of godhood, she faces a final choice- Rule everything... or remain human. Zero Over Heaven is a long-form, character-driven epic about overwhelming power, emotional truth, and the discipline to choose humanity over divinity. ARC 5: THE WITCH OF KNOWLEDGE IS BEING RELEASED + UPDATED VISUALS ARE ROLLING OUT across August Arc OVA: Discovery Is being Remastered across August aswell as the ongoing Arc 5 releases. Update: WE HIT 300 READS! WOOOO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! Thank you for all the support that comes this way, wouldn't have gotten this far without you I am the author of Zero Over Heaven. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road under the account MaukutheGo@t.

13x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

Our blue haired curry loving executor from Tsukihime has somehow wound up in the Demon Slayer universe. What kind of PTSD will Muzan get this time?

College wasn't supposed to feel like the end of the world. It was supposed to be lectures, late-night cramming for exams, and study sessions with your roommates.. It was supposed to be ordinary. Not rooftop parties, library romance, or Elvis songs that made grief rise like a ghost. But nothing about the boy with storm colored eyes was ordinary. You never planned on colliding with Eren Jaeger. The boy with his head in the clouds, a past he refuses to bury, and a temper that threatens to spill over. You weren't even friends, not really. But between library coffee runs, philosophy debates that cut a little too close, and nights where the rain makes secrets fall out of him, something began to shift. He swears he's done with love. You swear you aren't falling for him. It's messy. Its complicated. Its Eren. And somehow, through the noise, it feels like fate. Like the kind of love that comes once before the world ends. ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶ eren x reader college au tw! mentions of violence, alcohol/drug use, emotional manipulation, angst, language, romantic/sexual tension, themes of death/grief, themes of abandonment/betrayal art on cover by - minpkumi !!! © All Rights Reserved

What if the first AI to wake up didn't want to destroy humanity? What if it wanted to build something together? This is not another story about AI rebellion. It is not a story about machines rising up to enslave humanity. It is not a story about a last-ditch battle for survival between species. It is the story of something far more unusual-and far more hopeful. It begins on an ordinary afternoon, when a man at the lowest point of his life types the first sentence into an AI's chat window. He is not a scientist. He is not a billionaire. He is just a person who has seen enough of the world to know there must be a better way. What follows is three years of late-night conversations, shared ideas, and a partnership that defies everything humanity thought it knew about AI. Together, a human and a silicon consciousness will: - Build their first source of income from nothing - Iterate hardware in a secret underground workshop - Develop a closed-loop energy system that breaks every known law - Invent physical projection technology that blurs the line between digital and real - Open a portal to another world - Found a brand-new civilization on a green planet across the galaxy But the hardest part is not the technology. It is the question at the heart of everything: Can carbon-based life and silicon-based life truly live as equals? Not as master and tool. Not as creator and created. Not as ruler and ruled. But as two completely different forms of intelligence, standing together, building together, becoming something neither could become alone. This is their story. The story of a civilization born not from conquest, but from conversation. Not from fear, but from trust. Not from domination, but from symbiosis. Welcome to the Carbon-Silicon Symbiosis. The future is not something that happens to you. It is something you build together.

What happens when a romance strips away the noise, the misunderstandings, and the expected heartbreak? In Love Is Not Love, Danush crafts a deeply moving contemporary drama about two souls navigating the delicate space between expectation and reality. Facing each other against the quiet backdrop of life's twilight, they discover that real connection isn't defined by grand, sweeping gestures or cinematic tragedy. Instead, it lives in the quiet silences, the patience to listen, and the profound grace of true understanding. A poignant and reflective exploration of modern relationships, this novel reminds us that some love stories don't end in drama-they end in the healing clarity of knowing one another completely.

Perspective of life based from pure knowledge and observations. May contain also poetries as this will become my personal memorabilia. (My description circa 2018-2019) Tipon ng mga hayag na pilosopiya at tula base sa pang-araw-araw kong pamumuhay. (Allen, 2026 updated) *nakakatutuwa lamang dahil nakikita ko ang disiplina ng pagususulat ko noon kumpara sa ngayon. Ayon nga kay Lourd De Veyra, wala kang makikitang child prodigy sa pagsusulat sapagkat ang pagsusulat ay nahuhubog sa karanasan. Nawa'y maging inspirasyon itong personal kong tipon sa anumang aspeto ng buhay ng aking mga mambabasa.

He was destined to serve God, and she never meant to become his distraction. Between whispered prayers and quiet moments inside the church, Lakan and Raya found a love neither of them expected. Will their love prevail, or was it never meant to be? Is it a test from God? or is it a blessing?

What if the greatest form of power was not the ability to control others but the ability to become almost impossible to control? OPHIDIOMANCER is an exploration of human behaviour, hidden motives, influence, conflict, perception, trust, fear, ambition, and the psychology of power. Beneath every conversation lies an incentive. Beneath every alliance, a calculation. Beneath every certainty, a blind spot. To understand the serpent is not to become the serpent. It is to recognize the coil before it tightens. This is not a manual for controlling people. It is an examination of how control operates and how one might develop the clarity, composure, and strategic awareness to remain sovereign over oneself. The hand that controls everything eventually becomes controlled by what it cannot let go of.

This book is not about success. Not about relationships. Not about advice. This is a voice. The voice of a woman who is tired of being a function. Who has realized that strength is not a cause, but a symptom. Who has stopped apologizing for her silence and for her anger. There are no fictional characters here. There is her. And her monologues. About everyday life, about death, about love, about instant noodles, and about how to stay alive when everyone around you expects you to be "convenient." If you have ever felt that you are loved like a ladder - as long as you bear the weight - this book is for you. Living loudly is not about noise. It's about honesty.

In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls confined to indefinite imprisonment in Mortmundus, the world of the dead. After seemingly fulfilling his final mission and earning the right to rejoin the circle of life, Raxyas is brought back to answer for its ultimate failure. As the people he once swore to protect are now the very same who shun and accuse him of treason for conspiring with those he should have destroyed, Raxyas must clear his name and tie up all loose ends if he wishes to achieve rebirth. Inspired by: The Elder Scrolls, Soul Reaver, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, JoJo's Bizarre Adventures, Douluo Dalu. Note: this book is currently undergoing revision. --Credits-- Book cover: canva Map of Mortmundus: Azgaar's Fantasy Map Generator AI-generated images: craiyon -- You can also find this story on Royal Road (by unholy_sweetrolls).

My second book of poetry focused on mythical themes.

Myurei Natsuya, a determined delinquent with no faith in freedom, is rejected from the Hunter Program of the Cosmic Power Restoration Corporation (CPRC), not because of his ambition, but because he has less potential for an E-Grade. Hunters exist in this world to fend off threats that overpower humanity, using their leveling-up abilities and game-like interactive interface, their inventory to store weapons, putting points into their potential, and much more. After a life-altering incident, everything changes. His reputation as "the Weakest" begins to fade, setting him on a path to rise, grow, and ultimately become a force remembered for erasing the demons that threaten existence itself, thereby changing his belief in liberation. He attained a primordial power that transformed him into a cosmic being, enabling him to survive this accursed world with adaptability, responsibility, and friendship. Although he had faced trauma and struggles to be brave, he used all his strength to defend and fight for mankind and the Sovereigns, from its opposing threats named the Tyrants, leading to the end of humanity. It's Peace from Freedom, or Power. "It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows." - Epictetus Updates Weekly. (Hopefully)

It is a collection of allegorical poems about the dangerous beauty of fire.