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Tsumibito

William_Obeya
In a world where sins take physical form, Tabata Inori — daughter of Japan’s Prime Minister wakes in an abandoned warehouse to discover the impossible: the world has declared her dead. Stripped of her identity, she takes the alias Inori Hori, and sets out to uncover the truth behind her “death” while navigating a hidden world where Sins are hunted, worshiped, and feared. Along the way, she encounters allies burdened by their own struggles and enemies born from humanity’s darkest impulses. Tsumibito is not for the faint of heart. This story explores sin in its rawest forms: Rape, Murder, Racism, Lust, Beastiality — not to glorify them, but to confront them. Step into Fukui, Japan, 2022 — and witness a tale of faith, madness, and some of the most creative abilities in fiction. ======== join the server https://discord.gg/RxD46HSjJK to see hand drawn sketches of characters, Sins, Sinners and settings. https://ko-fi.com/william_obeya support me on Kofi, I'd appreciate it.
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Cinematic rebirth: Urban Bollywood Saga

Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC
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