Cpn Stories

Given choices, the goal is to achieve, at least, a pleasant ending. She may be naive She has a purpose She won't falter Cover: Mystic Messenger / Cheritz [This is an Original Story, not a Fanfiction or Translation]

There was a legend that if you drank the other half of a person's drink, then you two will become partners for life. People thought that it was stupid for a thing like that to actually happen, until one girl tried it. She gave her crush the other half of her drink. When her crush fully drank the other half, nothing happened until the next day where her crush confessed to her. People thought that it was just a ruse or that the two planned it, but when they tried it. The same thing happened to them.

ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏ、 ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵉʷ、 ˢᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵃʸˢ。 ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ。 ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ?

"What would you like for your birthday?" "I want to spend it with you." He never got the chance to spend it with her. 《a cellphone novel》

"They say he must be charmed, they say he must be crazy." Jason Byers, guitarist of a rising band, drops everything and runs away with a petty thief, Sadie Hart. Entangled in a murder that sends them running across the country, the pair sink into crime and Jason finds himself caught in the spell of a dark, destructive romance. Inspired by Quentin Taratino's True Romance and The 1975's Robbers. Cover art and design by yours truly. Updates tuesdays, fridays and sundays.

Volume 1 | A Cell Phone Novel In a land where sorrow clung to the morning mist like silver dew, there bloomed a rose that no gardener had planted. Alone it stood, beneath the weeping boughs of an ancient willow, its petals the color of moonlight-pure, fragile, eternal. They called it the White Rose, though none dared claim to understand its magic. It bloomed only in the wake of a soul unfastened from the world, as if the earth itself mourned with fragrant silence. Eira found it on the seventh day after her brother's passing. The winds had shifted that morning, brushing her cheeks like the ghost of a hand once held. In the quiet of dawn, drawn by something she could not name, she wandered beyond the veil of frost-tipped ferns and into the Grove of Hollow Light. There, it waited. A single white rose, its bloom unblemished, crowned by a fine shimmer of morning's breath. Time seemed to slow, as though the forest itself held its breath. Her grief, heavy and colorless, pressed against her bones-but when she knelt beside the blossom, it trembled... and so did her heart. It whispered nothing, and yet she heard it speak. Loss is not an end. It is a transformation. From then on, the world spoke differently. Raindrops did not fall-they danced. The sun did not rise-it returned, golden with promise. Her sorrow did not vanish, but it began to weave itself into the fabric of wonder. Every rustle of leaves, every petal unfurling, became a memory reborn. Eira returned to the rose each day, and as she did, a garden grew. Not of her planting, but of her healing. - This is an original series from 2017.

Arai Mitsue is alone. He has always been alone. The world turns its back, leaving you feeling cold and empty. The he meets a girl. A girl who shines brighter than the sun.

He's a game maker and she's a game critic. She went off the scene when he starts to make a name in the gaming industry. He wonders. She hides. And fate created a game for them... A game of love. Meet Rica Guevarra. A filipina otome game addict and a die-hard fan of KuroKami's games. She believes that 2D boys are better than the real thing, and that love, whether if it's online or in real life, is a waste of time. Narukami Masashi is a tensai of the otome world, but a total loser in 3D love. With the help of his online friend, a well-known game critic and a walkthrough writer, FreeLancer Pundit or F.L.P, his games became one of the most sought-after in the market scene. But when he finally reached his dreams, he lost F.L.P. Will love find its way for them?

An agent in disguise observes his targets' actions with the intentions of double-crossing them. A writer in disguise observes her subjects to add substance to her own stories. But what the writer notices may only be what's explicit to her eyes. She does not endeavor to discover hidden truths. To her, there exists only words on the page. This is the story of her, an undercover cellphone novelist. ~Story by Kisaki~ ~Cover Edited by Kisaki~ ~Picture credits to original artists~

" I'm guilty of you passing away, I was the course wasn't I? But what is my fate? If I'm not the culprit, Who is? Death was only doing his job.." But does he know, a change of fate is coming his way.. In the most unexpected manner. PLEASE NOTE first CPN and this may not be the best. I may re-write it so yeah, please understand CPN :: all images used copyrighted to original author :: all characters and story line are based off fictional events anything related to reality is a coincidence ::

-under construction- I only wished that we could have been normal sisters. Living a normal life. When will I be able to meet you again, Onee-chan?

A cell phone novel about various people coping with a lockdown.

A girl wakes up in the woods the morning after a party. Her friends are gone, her tent is gone and all she has left is her phone. How will she get out with no Signal

A boy who knows nothing but hatred... A boy who knows nothing but love... In a town under a constant veil of rain... Rowan Hawthorne has lived through hell. Years of physical, psychological, and emotional abuse at the hands of a father he neither wants, nor cares for. Years of bullying and torment at the hands of people whom he once called "friend". Years of seeking the protection of the only person whom he thought understood him, his mother, only to have her side with the monster who lived with her. Rowan Hawthorne despised the world, and he despised the rain that seemed to fall in a constant stream over his town. Then, he met the Samidare brothers. Could the Samidare brothers thaw Rowan's frozen heart and teach him once again the value of people? And could one of them perhaps have another, much more important lesson for Rowan? -loosely based on true life events- TW: Abuse, bullying, suicide, drug use, homophobia This piece is quite experimental and exploratory as far as freeform writing and format experimentation so do forgive the formatting, if that isn't your cup of tea. I'll also endeavour to update the tags when need be as the story progresses. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ©2018 | @sic-luceat-lux | All rights reserved.

❝ Every emotion has a color, Like, red represents anger Blue represents sadness Purple represents fear Green represents illness or disgust White represents emptiness Grey represents depression Black represents insanity But what is the color of "happiness" and "joy"? Does that emotion.. even have a color? ❞ Ranking(s); #803 in Short Story (July 27th 2017) #648 in Short Story (July 28th 2017) #475 in Short Story (July 30th 2017) #458 in Short Story (July 31st 2017) #639 in Short Story (August 4th 2017) #466 in Short Story (August 14th 2017) #678 in Short Story (August 19th 2017) #198 in Short Story (August 21st 2017)

| No matter what you do. In the end, you're still useless | my life is meaningless, branded as useless. where everything is falling apart, who is worthy of this love? A story of the conflict between family relationships, friendship bonds, and true love. Are you ready to cry? All rights reserved 2020.

A story out of time about falling.

Kira is a girl with a special ability. She can see people through their eyes, see their past, understand them. One day she finds a job concerning a young girl who cannot move at all. This girl requires to send letters to someone, but cannot speak or move. Kira's job is to read the girl's eyes, and write the letters. To put it simply.... To guess someone's life.