Conspiracy Stories

What happens if Napoleon Bonaparte is resurrected in a fantasy world to save a whole continent from a Demon Lord? A moment after his death, the former ruler of Europe receives a visit from the mysterious Faucheur, who proposes him to reborn in another world to protect the continent of Erthea from the imminent arrival of the Demon Lord and its army. The challenge is by no means an easy one, as Napoleon finds himself reborn as Daemon, a human orphan, with nothing to accomplish his mission but the memories of his former life. This is the story of how the Emperor of the French will have to reunite under his command a continent divided and at war with itself and prepare it to face the threat that awaits it.

[Reader Discretion] This is a layered narrative: a K-Drama slow burn × Fullmetal Alchemist × John le Carré blend. Expect slow-build romance, science-mystic body horror, and espionage intrigue. If you prefer light or straightforward plots, this may not be your style. This story is an AU fanfic, please enjoy it for what it is. In the contemporary civilization; City of New Eridu, Officer Zhu Yuan of the New Eridu Public Security (N.E.P.S.) leads her team through a high-stakes investigation, tackling a series of strange incidents connected to a long-forgotten cold case. Unexpectedly, she teams up with Elias, a mysterious and resourceful investigator, as they unravel dangerous secrets buried deep in the city's shadows, while navigating the chaos of a world plagued by Hollows. IMPORTANT: Just to clear the air-this is not a Zhu Yuan x Wise/Phaethon ship. Don't get me wrong, I adore their dynamic too, but harem vibes? Yeah, that just kills the mood for me. Instead, I created an OC for Zhu: Elias, an agent who matches her energy, aspirations, and ideals. Think of this story as one of the movies in Random Play-same antagonist, but with an extra twist or two. If that's not your cup of tea, I totally respect your preference! Just... maybe keep the cannons pointed elsewhere, okay? Thanks! Let's just say this is from another parallel/alternate universe. :) ---------------------- WRITER NOTES: This story doesn't contain NSFW. ---------------------- Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on Zenless Zone Zero by HoYoverse. All official characters, settings, and elements belong to HoYoverse. This is a fan-made work with no copyright infringement intended. The plot, writing style, and original characters are my creations. Any similarities to other works, people, or events are purely coincidental. My original content is protected and may be subject to copyright.

Yue lives a quiet life in Hong Kong, folding laundry and pretending she's not on a secret, years-long mission to uncover the truth behind a tragic past. She craves peace. But a man is about to arrive who will shatter her carefully constructed world. He's a chaotic force, a walking scandal, and the last person she should ever get close to. As their worlds collide, Yue finds herself in a high-stakes game of love, secrets, and deception. She knows that a promise she made long ago is at risk. What she doesn't know is that the past isn't finished with her-and it's about to change her future in a way she never could have imagined.

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐧?

Fixing allegations forces mahi to leave India with his family. What happens when he has to come back? Will he try to clear his name this time or will he be dragged into even bigger problems?

In the near future, the world and planet Earth have changed a lot, but not quite as we imagined. Professor Tempéra Akheeli is an artificial birth and genetic engineering specialist whose passion for his research takes him beyond everything he never believed in as a learned man of his time in the early 2080's. "At the Twilight of Mankind" is an atypical original science fiction story to read with a curious and open mind. Are you looking at the book cover thinking this can't be a good science fiction story? Well... go on then, and see for yourself! Dedicated to all those before me who had the courage and the audacity to open the doors of the impossible for themselves and the following generations. Their stories have inspired many beyond the supposed boundaries of human possibilities and imagination. COPYRIGHTS © Beatrice Severien

Copyright ©️ 2024 . All rights reserved. Fire blazed in her eyes . Her jaw was clenched and her face was contorted with rage as she stared at him. The mere look at him made her this angry , talkless of spending three whole hours with him in the same room. Loathe. Hatred. Abhorrence. Despise .execrate.detest....are the words that describe what she feels towards him. But the feeling is equally mutual. He hates her as much . He hates the way she defeats him in everything he does , he hates the way she calls his name , he hates the way she does everything perfectly without any mistakes , he hates the way snatched his position in the school but most importantly, he hates her guts ! Facing each other from opposite chairs, a table separating them, their eyes engaged in a fierce stare-down. Within moments, they simultaneously stood up, their patience exhausted. "That's it , I'm done here , this is impossible " she declared, packing her belongings. " definitely not !" he concurred, his rare agreement to what she said laced with frustration. He gave the table a dismissive kick, stepped around her, and sauntered off with a carefree swagger. *** Fauziyya kabeer shettima _the only daughter of the vice-president of nigeria __has got everything life has to offer , Be it money , brains, education, talent , loving family , looks and what not ? Her life was void of any trouble until she changed school and met him. Muhseen ahmad dantata. The arrogant snobby , rude , narcissistic and egoistic son of the richest man in Africa. Coming from a billionaire family with busy parents made him what he was. Muhseen was used to ruling conrad international school. He was used to having Eighty percent of students wrapped round his finger until she arrived and became a rebel to his leadership. In their world of enmity , fate decided to play with them by bringing them closer through every possible means. Would their hatred permutate to love ? Written by mairarajh .

"In a building designed to bury the truth, the only way out is up." Elias Thorne was a man who lived in the shadows of Oakhaven, a "fixer" for a police department that had long ago lost its way. But when a routine raid on the high-rise fortress known as The Warrens turns into a sanctioned massacre, Thorne realizes he wasn't sent there to make an arrest. He was sent there to die. Abandoned by his team and hunted by an elite mercenary unit led by the cold-blooded Silas Vane, Thorne stumbles upon the one thing he wasn't supposed to find: Leo. The ten-year-old boy is the only witness to a conspiracy that reaches the highest offices in the city. He is the "Asset." He is a loose end. And he is Thorne's only shot at redemption. With the building literally collapsing around them and a "ghost" dispatcher named Sarah as his only lifeline, Thorne must navigate a forty-story gauntlet of fire, flooded basements, and narrow ledges. One burned operative. One innocent witness. Forty floors of hell. In the dead zone of Oakhaven, the radius is closing in. And Elias Thorne is about to show the city what happens when you leave a dead man with nothing to lose. • #Action-Thriller • #Survival • #Gritty • #Conspiracy • #Bodyguard • #Protector • #Redemption • #UrbanDystopia

The 3rd Prince may have been weak in cultivation, but he had other talents to make up for it. When Mais loses everything and becomes blind, he is convinced that he has no reason to live anymore. It is only a short time later that he meets someone blessed with the gift of cultivation to give him hope for his revenge. In that moment, hope is reborn. There was always hope. Mais overcame the weakness of his cultivation and overcame the limits one by one with his friend. In this world where he lives for revenge, he has reached heights he never imagined in the past. But nothing can be that simple. And it wasn't. At some point he really became a cultivator. A cultivator, independent of his friend and everyone else, seeking immortality.

Elvie wakes up in France with no memories-except her name. Now she's suddenly a wealthy hotel heiress, surrounded by servants, rules, and secrets. In just one week, she must leave everything behind and attend a mysterious school known as H.M.S. On her way there, Elvie meets someone who doesn't quite belong. And as the journey unfolds, she realizes the school isn't the only thing she should be worried about. Because somewhere in the shadows... something else is waiting.

In the twenty-ninth century, the Terran Federation spans the stars-an empire of reason, order, and quiet tyranny. Its power rests upon the Sunguard Special Agents: immortal biotic soldiers, living machines sworn by genetic code to serve in perpetuity as the vanguard of humanity. But when an entire colony vanishes without a trace, and even its assigned Special Agent falls silent, the illusion of perfect control begins to fracture. Colonel Kelile Reynolds is drawn into a mystery that defies both logic and loyalty. What begins as a failed transmission unravels into a labyrinth of secrets buried beneath a conspiracy six centuries in the making. His search for truth will lead him toward a revelation that could unmake the Federation itself. Guardian of the Wolf is a tale of duty and defiance, where humanity's greatest creation remembers what its makers have forgotten, and guards, still, the fading light of the human soul.

This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

Princess Arlette saw Kallias Knight murder her childhood friend and burn a village. She wanted him broken. He was innocent, she realized too late. He's the kingdom's most hated prisoner. And the fox has some tricks up her sleeves. A single prophecy, one bloody throne, and a slow-burn hate that's about to ignite everything.

Before the Dragon awakens, the world has already been saved-from itself. In the early 2010s, something unnoticed keeps civilization from ever truly breaking. Crises dissolve before they scar. Cities run too smoothly. Randomness thins into pattern. Most people feel only vague relief. A few feel the leash. In Gujarat, archaeologist Lena Vairavan uncovers an Indus Valley layer that ends too perfectly-no collapse, no decline, just an immaculate termination. When she compares sites worldwide, she finds the same clean cut across ancient cultures. Her evidence isn't suppressed with force. It is quietly corrected, reframed, optimized out of existence. Former merchant mariner Aj Menon senses cities guiding human flow like ocean currents. When he pushes back, obstacles melt away, turning resistance into just another data point. In Singapore, a man known only as Zero has spent years evading pattern. One morning the city sees him. Traffic lights sync. Crowds part. His phone lights up: BASELINE SUBJECT DETECTED. Behind them, unseen architects maintain the balance-pruning timelines, smoothing anomalies, preserving the world by removing anything that might endanger it. There is no conspiracy. No evil mastermind. Only a protocol that works. And it is winning. Prequel stories to the Naga Cycle. First novel, The Naga Protocol, coming soon.

SINOPSIS Setiap pelangi ada akhirnya... tapi tidak semua membawa warna yang kita sangka." Selepas berjaya keluar daripada gelap masa lalu, Aina dan Amir akhirnya melangkah ke fasa hidup baharu. Namun kedamaian itu tidak bertahan lama apabila satu kejadian misteri mengubah segalanya-munculnya seseorang yang membawa rahsia lama, dan petunjuk yang tidak sepatutnya wujud. Kehilangan demi kehilangan membawa mereka ke laluan yang penuh teka-teki. Jejak yang ditemui seakan mengaitkan masa lalu dengan bahaya yang sedang mendekat. Dan semakin mereka mencari jawapan, semakin jelas bahawa ada kebenaran yang sengaja disembunyikan. Dalam pencarian terakhir ini, mereka harus memilih- menoleh ke belakang untuk mencari kebenaran, atau terus berjalan ke hadapan tanpa kepastian. Kerana kadang-kadang... pelangi terakhir bukan penamat, tapi permulaan sebuah pendedahan.

Two estranged brothers. One ancient secret. And nowhere to run, not from Enigma, and not from each other. But history won't hand you the truth. You'll have to piece it together yourself. Ask questions. The story might answer back. *** Teorin is close to uncovering the truth behind his father's disappearance, until a stolen drive puts him in the crosshairs of the one person he can't outrun: the brother who left him behind. Marcus walked away to protect his family. Now an old ally drags him back into his brother's orbit, forcing a choice: expose the truth, seek revenge, or protect the brother he thought he'd already lost. In a world scarred by solar storms, power isn't just political, it's biological. People are born with affinities-heat, memory, pressure, time-and someone in the shadows is erasing anyone who digs too deep. 📖 Told through prose, in world documents, and comment threads (yes, the actual comments). Each voice carries its own style, from clipped restraint to dramatic flair. The Enigma Protocol isn't just a story; it's a reconstruction. You'll have to decide where the truth lies. A slow-burn science-fantasy epic for fans of The Expanse, Mistborn, and Annihilation-where found family and fractured loyalties collide with ancient mysteries. 💬 Take part if you want. Ask. Dig. Connect the dots. The story gives as much as you do. ⚠️ Warning: Characters may break containment (yes, they might reply to you). Meet your host on the "Welcome Page"-an optional in-universe introduction. Also available on Royal Road.

Book I of Cloudhoarders In a moment of scientific forgetfulness, or in a time meant to be forgotten, Earth looked away from the mystique of the heavens, and began to work on each other, realizing life was but a chance in the vast chaos of the cosmos. On the eve of comfort, Earth was invaded by a being of mystery, and what man doesn't understand, man fears. As those fears grew, so did the loom of war to the guest of the void. Shots fired meant lives on the other side were lost, and as the lifeless fell, the once beautiful sky turned against the humans, causing Earth to wilt away its identity of green to a hellish land, making it uninhabitable. What caused such a change in the environment? Was it man or was it Earth's new company?

A star who never goes home. A translator offered the chance of a lifetime. A son chasing the shadow of his father. And a brother who can only seem to protect through pain. Their fates converge in Kalin Bay, where ancient secrets collide with modern conspiracies. As gossip columns blur into field notes and translations uncover more than words, the mysteries of people and history prove harder to separate than anyone imagined. In a world scarred by solar storms, power isn't just political; it's biological. People are born with affinities-heat, memory, pressure, time-and someone in the shadows is erasing anyone who digs too deep. 📖 Blending prose with tabloids, comment threads (yes, the actual comments), each voice carries its own style-from clipped restraint to dramatic flair. The Enigma Protocol isn't just a story. It's a reconstruction. You'll have to decide where the truth lies: in people, in the world, or in history itself. Updates Weekly (Mondays) Book 1 is recommended reading before this: https://www.wattpad.com/story/403274258-the-enigma-protocol-no-brother-of-mine-book-1 Series Information available here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/403491196-the-enigma-protocol-series-hub Also available on Royal Road.

Apa jadinya kalau tatapan tajam bisa bikin orang berubah? Joko Wiryawan, guru SD yang terkenal dengan "tatapan maut"-nya, nggak pernah mukul murid. Tapi sekali dia menatap... murid bisa langsung merasa berdosa tiga generasi ke belakang. Dari tatapan itu, lahir gerakan "Tatapan Sosial" - aksi diam yang bikin pelanggar aturan malu sendiri. Tapi saat gerakan itu viral dan diambil alih pemerintah, segalanya jadi kacau. Orang jujur dibunuh. Anak SD balas dendam pakai pisau dapur. Dan orang-orang yang cuma mau terlihat baik, malah membunuh kebaikan itu sendiri. Sebuah kisah lucu, getir, dan reflektif tentang moral, media sosial, dan bahaya jadi manusia paling benar di internet. > Karena terkadang... yang paling perlu diselamatkan bukan dunia, tapi diri sendiri dulu.

She survived the night they tried to erase her. But the wind remembers everything she forgot. A girl who should've died on a dark Northridgian road grows up under a new name in a foreign country. When her nightmares return-and a shadow from the past resurfaces-the wind remembers the truth she was meant to forget. ⭐ Disclaimer All characters, locations, cultures, nations, companies, and events in this story are entirely fictional. They are not based on real individuals, celebrities, places, or organizations. Any resemblance to actual persons-living or dead-is purely coincidental. This work is inspired only by general elements of real-life entertainment industries, not by specific people.