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Fake Date, Real Fate

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.
PrimRosee · 488.9k Views

Competition Unknown

[Warning: Some content in the novel may be upsetting to some readers. Contents include injuries, sickness, mental health, intense medication, fight scenes, and intense gore. Lastly, this novel is a semi-reality dark fantasy trope. Read at your own risk.] Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen-year-old schoolgirl happens to find herself approached by a strange woman after a rough day—who happens to know her plans on running away. Astonished, she tried to interrogate, but ended up getting dragged into another universe and another world. There, she finds out that experiments are being ran on fourteen other candidates set aside for her. Being the last candidate, she is told that she might be the first one to face demise. But she is determined to find out what is up with this facility. Eventually, she comes across an astonishing fact—that this whole world and setting is similar to that of a book she read during her younger days. And the protagonist happened to be her own cousin, who also killed her at the near end of the novel. *** (Prologue) Listen... No one is judging no one here. And so am I. The world has been cruel these days. Being modern means being rude to people on the street who are below your rank—That is what they believe. I find this all frustrating, why move with a state of mind that could as well kill you someday. You don't know if this person is a lawyer, a far relative, a doctor, a politician. But you already get the gist, don't you? And like any other teenagers my age, I really want to run away from all this. It's not like I am an orphan or from a poor household. I am from a family which is a standard class in economical terms in this world. And yet, I want to run away. Haha! Anyways. I did succeed. I wonder at what cost? I am away from all that hostility of course... But now I am in another world. Not reincarnated. Not transmigrated to another body. I am with my own soul in my original body, but in another world. This world... is weird. Thinking back, I remember reading a strange book when I was young. This book actually speaks about this world. I am a character there. Funnier thing, I don't know what is up with it either. It appears to me that the writer decided they want to see the 'live-action' version of it. So now... I am the actor playing my own character.
WaterMask · 290.9k Views

The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)
Shyzuli_Lolz · 142.8k Views

Married Off To A Cold Eyed Knight

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!
sun_imperial · 1.1m Views

The Cafe Beneath The Storm

My name is Naomi Price. I’m twenty-three, cursed with an annoyingly flawless complexion, and my life used to be completely unremarkable. My biggest mistake was paying eight bucks for a americano at The Roasted Cafe. That’s where some coward slipped a lethal cocktail into my mug, and I ended up choking on my own spit on a sticky laminate floor. Death was supposed to be a dirt nap. Instead, I woke up with a migraine, exactly ten years in the past. Only, it isn't my past. The world I woke up in is wrong. The skies are a polluted, bruised purple, and the streets are crawling with heavily armed zealots who call themselves The Legion. They own everything now. And the kicker? Everyone is walking around with powers, dictated by a mysterious, floating System that treats human lives like a twisted, high-stakes game. You want to survive this dystopia? You rank up. You want to find out who murdered you? You bleed for it. But the universe has a sick, twisted sense of humor when it comes to leveling up. You can't just grind your way to the top by beating the shit out of low-tier thugs in an alley. To climb the ladder and claim a higher rank, the System locks you in a pocket dimension and forces you to fight an upgraded, deadlier version of yourself. You have to literally kick your own ass to evolve. If you lose? You die for real. And as if dealing with a fascist regime and fighting my own shadow wasn't enough, I brought a passenger back with me. A fractured piece of my own subconscious woke up when I died. She is an arrogant, unhinged mastermind who thinks she is God’s gift to violence. I just want to solve my murder, rip the Legion to shreds, and fix this broken timeline. My other half? She just wants to finger-paint with their blood. So, grab a helmet and buckle the fuck up. We have exactly fifty chapters to sort this colossal clusterfuck out, and my patience is already running on empty.
r0h1th_ · 18.9k Views