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Lost in flames Found in dark

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.
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System Tearstone: Eyes Of Broken Lilies

"Soon, System Tearstone Will Break You On The Marble Floor" — System Tearstone Theme Song Centuries ago, a new kind of curse was created. It was named System Tearstone—or simply Crimson Heart. It was made to punish a fallen god. But the curse had no form. Only a red gem floating in dark fog. Until it met a perfectly broken soul—Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. (His curse's nickname is Dark Voice.) The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become a god itself. But cool ice always melts. Will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence—by destroying the curse, or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author's Note: The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please do not be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved untamed birdie. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel—even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my Tearstones—something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. Announcement: This book's Version 2 with spin-offs is coming soon! Please do not be mad at your little author for being messy here—this was just the first time. The next one will be better, I promise ♡ It is because this book is alive over the unpolished, messy, past plot, scene by scene without plan while I seriously work on the better ones. So if you are okay to be this patient with all the flaws and timing, you are very welcome here♡. I have never kept the door closed either. If you want more context, check out my other books labored with numbers. those belong to the same world. only Broken lilies is the raw first one. others are new and polished. each story stands alone, but they are all connected. --- Spoiler of Future Spin-Offs (Based on Connections) 1. The Untamed Intensity — A dark past of someone powerful, forgotten. Stands alone without the Tearstone system. Coming soon as a separate book. 2. Shades Of The Exorcist's Smile + For The Four Arms, One Soul — Serializing already. Main is Shades;Four Arms is a real-world Easter egg—you'll know when you read Shades. 3. Black Peacock's Tearstone Cultivation= Main epic on progress. Might come late because everything connects at Black Peacock. 4. CUT-SLEEVE: First & Last — this one also connects to the same world but after Black Peacock but with it's own story. coming soon. 5. Martial God's Midnight Song — a totally new world at the universe. Will also come soon, slowly being build. I know this book is doomed. But you can atleast stay with the hope that others will be 100 times better. I would highly recommend you to read Shades. I have give the best version of myself there.
YanYeXin · 285.1k Views