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Miraculous Ladybag Happy Life

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B Extra chapter 7 powerstone - 1 chapter 77 powerstone - 1 chapter 777 powerstone - 1 chapter Extra chapter per day follower on Youtube 7 follower - 1 chapter 77 follower - 1 chapter 777 follower - 1 chapter
Nihilistzone · 197.2k Views

Vicious Allure

Cover is «FARLLETTE FALLONEER». What started as an everyday morning, turned into the catalyst that sent Vurckair Vecturion to a different location. Forced to face an alternative version of Himself, losing his way back to his original world, and sent to a new one. «Loutharn», foreign to him in many levels, because is a place where Magic and Monsters from the Enclosed Amalgams reign supreme, dominating and decimatingin the local population with brutal savagery, mercilessly invading the World, and it's Counterpart along many others. «Clamour». Is one of the remaining bastions of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy. An old City that has been maintained afloat with the powerful and insightful management of the Aristocratic Houses. Along the Bourgeois and Royals of other Nations, Kingdoms and Empires. However, the Enclosed Amalgams can always mutate into something far worse, the «Deformed Amalgamations». Aberrations capable of Hybridizing the environments of different worlds, as well as transmuting horrendous hideous creatures into chimeric beasts that defy logic and reason, wrecking apart countless worlds, causing the remnants of these planets to reach other celestial bodies, perpetuating an unstoppable cycle of annihilation, restoration, uncertainty, chaos, and damnation… DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language, if i made a mistake, point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible. I'll appreciate the feedback. I don't have Discord. Read All Free Chapters. Check Character Section. Characters in the cover can change upon suggestion. Tags in some Chapter's Titles: (Spicy): Around 25% of content is Smut. (Spicy Plus): 55% is Smut. (+18): 80% or more is straight Smut. (Part): Arch, or Character Emphasis. (Final): Arch ended, or a Character has experienced a meaningful change.
Marshack · 114.8k Views

Fragments in the Wall(Mature Story)

When humanity faces extinction, what breaks first? our bodies, or our humanity? How much of ourselves are we willing to lose to stay alive? The world has already ended, but its consequences haven’t. In the OctaCore: the last of humanity's shelters, resources are limited and the radiation is rising fast. Within two years, the surface will become unlivable. Long before that, the food will run out. The monsters that destroyed the world are still out there, but they’re no longer the worst threat. With the shelters on the brink, the council faces an impossible choice: Cull 80% of the population to preserve the remaining 20%, or Launch a suicidal mission into the wasteland to retrieve a supply shipment that could sustain humanity long enough to rebuild. A small team is chosen for the Hail Mary attempt. Memory-scarred survivors, soldiers who’ve already lost too much, and civilians carrying secrets they’d kill to protect—bound together by the thin hope that something out there might still be worth saving. Outside, they will face the world that once was: a ruined city haunted by monsters, nazis and the aftermath of choices no one wants to admit they made. What to Expect: 1. Morally questionable characters 2. No clear good or evil—only survival 3. Character-driven beginning → escalating high-stakes plot 4. Brutal worldbuilding 5. Mature themes (genocide, moral collapse, societal failure) 6. Gore, violent imagery, disturbing psychological content DISCLAIMERS: This story is officially published on multiple platforms under the pen name Zachelodeon. If you encounter it elsewhere under a different name, it has been stolen or reposted without authorization No audio adaptations, translations, derivative works, or commercial uses are permitted without written permission from the author. For adaptation inquiries, please contact the author directly. For professional or rights-related communication, please email: [email protected] Copyright: 2025 Zachelodeon. All rights reserved. This work is an original creation by the author. No part of it may be reproduced, reposted, mirrored, translated, or adapted without explicit written permission.
zachelodeon · 8.8k Views

Naruto: the Uchiha Rules the World(Continued)

“Kindness built upon others’ suffering is the most hypocritical kind of kindness.” — Uzumaki Kushina ——— A bloodstained Uchiha boy walked toward the main gate, carrying three human heads. All three heads wore masks, their faces impossible to identify. This boy was Rengoku, rushing back from Kusagakure after being rescued by Muku and Ryuzetsu. He traded a single piece of intel for a special rapid treatment. He never dared stop, not even to change clothes, heading straight back to Konoha. When he reached the village gate, gatekeepers Kamizuki Izumo and Hagane Kotetsu stepped up immediately to confirm his identity. “Uchiha Rengoku, mission in Kusagakure.” While flipping through the file in his hand, Hagane Kotetsu gave the heads a quick look. “Did something unexpected happen?” ——— “Looks like I made it in time.” Hearing the clan meeting had just ended, Rengoku finally let out a breath of relief. He had been rushing nonstop, didn’t even change clothes, and managed to make it back before the night of the clan extermination. The Uchiha clan meeting had wrapped up already. Konoha had learned from Itachi about the Uchiha coup plan. Danzo had likely already ordered Itachi to wipe out the clan. Itachi was probably contacting Tobi these past few days, preparing to move. But now that he’d made it back, there was still a chance to gamble. ——— For Rengoku, this was only the beginning. As long as he protected the Uchiha clan, its members would become his endless source of chakra. The rise of the Uchiha was the road to his own power. He would one day become the god of the Uchiha. And even, the GOD OF THIS WORLD. (It is being continued from Chapter 336. To read previous chapters, search the name.) ═❀IT'S A TL❀═ RAW:
Ambitious_Guy_2 · 61.3k Views

The trinity of Death

THE TRINITY OF DEATH: THE SWORDSMAN OF ROLLING HEADS “He jumped for the silence. He woke to the screams. He is the nightmare of the Angel’s dreams.” One leap from the roof to escape from the cold, One slap from an Angel, a fate to behold. He sought for the dark where the quiet souls dwell, But was cast to a world that is Heaven and Hell. He is Hexia, the man who died once and refused to do it again. A dual-casting paradox who mends the broken with his right hand and harvests the breathing with his left. He does not seek glory, and he does not want your gold; he only wants the silence that his first life once sold. The Litany of the Severed God: I. The Decree: When the tavern goes quiet and the air starts to thin, The dance of the Guillotine is about to begin. He offers a mercy that few live to tell: “Leave or else... Heads. Will. Roll.” II. The Sacrament: A 180-degree horizon of absolute steel, A strike so clinical the heart cannot feel. Before you can pray, before you can blink, The Guillotine severs the world from the brink. III. The Benediction: If the blade is too slow for the horde at the gate, He calls to the sky to accelerate fate. No chant and no circle, just ash in the air, As the Chaos Meteor answers your final prayer. Lhoralaine weeps for a love she betrayed; Sirenia fights for the man she has made. But as the Empire’s warrant is signed in his name, the Swordsman of Rolling Heads welcomes the flame. He survived the fall from the rooftop on high—now he’ll show the whole world how a legend should die. The Trinity is hungry. The ground must be fed. Blink while you can... for you’re already dead.
Jhunzkie_Rakabuba · 2k Views