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In the not too-distant future, world war 3 has happened, Earth faces an impending disaster. Humanity's days are numbered and, as the planet rapidly deteriorates beyond repair, the people are split into two factions, the resource-rich GLOBAL UNION or GU and the lesser-resourced INTERSTELLAR MOVEMENT or IMT. Following the GU's rapid colonization of most of the solar system, including the terraformation of Mars, the ISF was compelled to quickly send out a few of their under-resourced numbers outside the solar system in search of potential habitable planets that they could also terraform and move to in order to survive their impending extinction. The first exoplanet they send their very first, and only, group to is Proxima Centauri b. The responsibility of making this planet their new home falls upon the shoulders of the crewmembers of the starship Stardust, a colossal vessel built for interstellar travel that is under the command of Jardon, a middle-aged spaceship captain and his AI assistant, Judy. However, fate soon shifts from their side as sometime after they near their destination, a catastrophic event cripples their ship and causes it to crash Land on the planet. At first, the new home world appears surprisingly docile and abandoned, with jagged landscapes and faded colors. But then, this experience quickly turns sour when the crew of Stardust discover that they, much to their horror, are not alone on the planet.

What will happen if two souls of the same gender intertwine with each other? Would you call it fate or a tragic love story? When Sebastian Leopold Ashbourne, an infamous marshal and the ultimate weapon of the imperial family, has led another victory in war, an offering for blessings awaits him at the temple, which he despises to the core. There, he meets the newly appointed priest, Julianne, whose voice is as soothing as the melody of a lullaby. Sebastian feels at ease whenever he is around him, leading him to crave more of his attention, which pulls Julianne deeper into the gentle personality he shows, contrasting with the rumors. "If loving you was a sin, then I'll gladly take God's punishment with open arms..." Sebastian whispers to the air as he affectionately touches the letter with his lips. Will the unconditional love between a devout worshipper of God and a noble marshal blossom in a time and place where loving someone of the same gender is considered an infectious disease? Only time will tell...... Hi dearest! This is the very first series of 19th Century Love: Holy Possession! I hope you all have fun reading! Don't forget to show your support and reach me on my Instagram for any recommendations! Warning: This is a Bl novel, so if you are homophobic then don't bother reading! Thank you! #bl #boyslove #history #noblexcommoner #priestxnoblesoldier #drama #yaoi #tragedy #uncondionallove #love #romance #coldblooded #lovestory

Time, Tarzan, & Terrible Ideas is a sci-fi comedy action-adventure mystery thriller that begins with a terrible... but groundbreaking... mistake. Dr. Milo Finch, a brilliant, anxious young scientist with more intelligence than common sense, successfully invents a time machine. During what is supposed to be a short, observational test run, Milo is violently thrown into the distant past and crash-lands in the heart of an untouched jungle. There, Milo makes an impossible discovery: he has landed in the era... and the world... of Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. Far from a myth, Tarzan is intelligent, perceptive, and deeply connected to the natural world. Milo’s arrival immediately disrupts the balance of the jungle. His futuristic technology destabilizes time itself, attracting armed hunters and anachronistic forces that should not exist in this era. As Milo struggles to reconcile scientific logic with the terrifying reality that he may have broken history, Tarzan recognizes the danger Milo represents... and the necessity of his survival. The unlikely duo forms an uneasy alliance: Milo brings chaotic future knowledge, comic book references, and reckless innovation; Tarzan brings unmatched physical skill, strategic instincts, and the jungle itself as a weapon. Together, they uncover a growing mystery: someone else has learned to exploit time travel, using the past as a battlefield and resource. What begins as a survival story quickly escalates into a hidden time war, with Tarzan’s jungle as ground zero. As paradoxes multiply and reality begins to fracture, Milo must find a way to repair time before it corrects itself violently... by erasing everything in its path. Blending sharp comedy, high-energy action, and escalating thriller elements, Time, Tarzan, & Terrible Ideas reimagines a classic legend through the lens of modern sci-fi, exploring destiny, responsibility, and the consequences of asking “what if” one time too many.

I do not own JJK or Bleach, this fanfic is just for fun and I'm not getting paid. All rights reserved.

In the depths of the Black District, where light is dim, trust is rare, and monsters lurk in both form and spirit, Renzo, one of the most powerful Z Rankers in the Story World, stumbles upon a frightened child huddled in an alley. She calls herself Prism, a girl with red skin, black horns, and eyes that hold too many stories for someone so young. Alone, and barely surviving, Prism is more than just a lost child. Her origins are wrapped in secrecy, her presence drawing attention from powers Renzo would rather stay buried. But something about her, her fear, her strength, her silence, pierces through the hardened warrior's heart. Despite the danger, Renzo takes her in. What begins as an act of kindness slowly pulls the two into a bond neither expected. As Prism's past unfolds and her strange abilities surface, it becomes clear: this child might not just need saving, she might change the fate of the Story World itself.

Kento Katsuki, a 15-year-old Kyoto student, endures a brutal past of loss, abuse, and bullying. Betrayed by all, he harbors a burning desire for revenge, fueling his defiance to reclaim his fate in a gripping tale of resilience.

Tags: [Naruto] [System] [Fanfiction] [Rogue Ninja] [Dark] [Female Lead] Status: [Non-Transmigration] [Canon Divergence] This is the story of a girl who yearned for peace, only to fall step-by-step into the depths of darkness. To leap from a mere single tomoe directly to the Mangekyo Sharingan… just how much agonizing pain must one endure? Kanon Uchiha, the biological younger sister of Itachi and Sasuke, finds herself thrust into the nightmare of the Uchiha Clan Downfall. As the massacre begins, she is forced into a desperate confrontation with the Mysterious Masked Man. In Kanon’s heart, her parents were her entire world. When she finally drags her battered, broken body through the streets of Konoha and stumbles back to her home, she is met only with the cold, lifeless corpses of her mother and father, lying in a pool of thickening blood. In that singular, soul-shattering moment, the vibrant field of flowers that bloomed within her heart... Was crushed to ash.

Jacob Steve, an Old Man, died at 116 after living a whole life. But Jacob always had a dark side, which he always suppressed and hid from others. However, in the later years of his life, when death was inevitable, he understood there wasn't any point in having wealth, knowledge, or desires if you couldn't have a life to enjoy them. He became obsessed with fabled immortality and devoted his remaining life to extending his fleeting lifespan, but just like any other, he failed. However, he mysteriously got another chance at life and found a way that led to fabled immortality. But he was also forewarned that the way led to it was filled with blood and darkness! In the end, Jacob chose it anyway with no way of going back, and it was also the start of his suffering and his icky, brutal journey toward the 'Immortality' he wanted so badly! ______ Discord Server: https://discord.gg/t6SRK5jpJ

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!

She grew up ashamed of him. To her, he was everything a father shouldn't be: incompetent, greedy, selfish, and utterly embarrassing. Living at the very bottom of society, he couldn’t provide her the comfort or dignity she longed for. Her childhood was colored by disappointment, resentment, and a deep desire to escape the shadow of a man she believed had failed her in every way. She avoided him. She hated the way he scrimped and saved. She hated the way he dressed, the way he spoke, the way he simply existed. But then, everything changed. One day, she stumbled upon a truth too heavy to bear: her father had been silently battling cancer for sixteen years. He endured endless pain, not for himself, but to stay alive for her. To make sure she was fed. Clothed. Safe. By the time she understood the weight of his sacrifice, it was too late. He was gone. And for the first time in her life, she wept not from shame or frustration, but from grief, regret, and a love she had never realized was there all along. A heartbreaking tale of misunderstanding, sacrifice, and redemption, My Daughter Says: Having a Father Like Me is Really Embarrassing will leave you in tears, reminding us all that love sometimes hides behind the quietest of struggles. ---------- Source Material: 女儿说：有我这种父亲，真丢人

In 1950, a red rupture split the sky open and changed humanity forever. When the rift vanished, nearly sixty percent of the population awakened supernatural abilities. Cities fell, new powers reshaped society, and from that day forward most people manifested their abilities at the age of sixteen. Power became status. Power became survival. Alan Winchester is the son of the world’s top ranked hero, yet when his generation begins awakening, nothing happens to him. With no abilities in a world built around the superhuman, he turns to science and works inside his father’s organization, believing he can still earn his place another way. Then he discovers classified files: illegal experiments, disappearances, and murder cases hidden behind the image of heroism. After a chain of violent events forces him out of everything he knows, Alan travels to China searching for answers, training, and a different path to power. What begins as survival turns into something far more dangerous as he uncovers forces tied to the original catastrophe that changed humanity. Death. Corruption. Revenge. In a world ruled by strength, Alan will carve his own. What to Expect: Weak to strong progression Brutal fights with real consequences Detailed power systems and scaling Mystery arcs and hidden conspiracies Hero vs villain conflicts with lasting damage Slow-burn romance later on Side characters are not guaranteed to survive ----- New chapters/EPs will be uploaded on Mondays & Thursdays (bonus chapter randomly on Saturday depending on my work schedule) at 1 PM CET (North Africa/Europe time). USA: 7 AM EST / 4 AM PST. Asia: 5:30 PM IST (India) / 8 PM CST (China) / 9 PM JST (Japan). ----- DM me: Feedback, suggestions, ideas welcome! Please, Rate/star the novel after reading! +18 Mature Content Warning (18+) – Not for the Sensitive. Chapters 1k–1.8k words

Suho has always lived between two worlds. One shaped by legacy, pride, and expectations he never chose, and another shaped by a heart that feels too deeply for the life he is meant to lead. He is cold, silent, charming, and smart when it comes to business. But he is gentle by nature, emotionally deep, and quietly devoted when it comes to his love. But love was never allowed to be part of his carefully arranged world. It was always meant to be negotiated, controlled, and contained. At this point in his life, Yerin is his everything. His first love, his only love. He is willing to go to any length to keep her, even when his family repeatedly refuses to accept her. Torn between a heart that refuses to let go and a lineage that demands an heir to carry the Kim legacy, Suho takes a decisive step, trying to hold on to Yerin without disappointing the family that expects obedience and continuity from him. Then Hauen enters his life. Not through affection, but through a contract. Chosen not as a partner, but as a solution, Hauen becomes his wife in a marriage built for convenience. An agreement meant to secure an heir and protect the Kim family’s legacy. In return, Hauen enters this marriage to save her father’s bankrupt business. She is warm and gentle, yet guarded. Strong in quiet ways, carrying her own unspoken burdens. To the world, their marriage looks flawless. Polite smiles, perfect appearances, a union without cracks. To them, it is nothing more than a carefully written business contract, set to end after eighteen months. But life has little patience for plans built without truth. In the midst of calculated decisions and emotional restraint, fate pushes Suho into the lowest point of his life, breaking him in ways he never expected. Stripped of control, certainty, and pride, he is forced to confront the parts of himself he has never imagined. At his most fragile moment, the question is no longer about legacy or contracts. It's about Who will stay when everything collapses? Who will stand beside him when life is hard for him? And when life offers both unbearable loss and unexpected grace, will Suho have the courage to accept them? This is a story of love that begins as an obligation, fractures under destiny's test, and slowly transforms into something honest, real, and beautiful.

Su Yuan transmigrated to Teyvat. At the same time, another strange and eerie force descended upon this world. The entire Teyvat was affected to varying degrees. Furina endured five hundred years of loneliness in order to save Fontaine. But just before the dawn of victory, she succumbed to madness under the influence of the eerie force... "No one understands my loneliness... No one can comprehend my fear... No one can listen to my pain..." "Why must I give so selflessly... Do the people of Fontaine truly deserve my sacrifice?"

#Lord of Mysteries Fan Fiction. Old Title: Lord of Mysteries: Reuniter of the Stars! -------------------------------- The stars shimmer; under their gaze, all things are laid bare. A starry hall capable of convening the Great Old Ones and Outer Deities. Hastur Campbell, a fallen noble, his legend begins with the Black Emperor pathway. He is the symbol of chaos and order! He is the Lord of Order! He is the origin of all laws beneath the starry sky! He is the Reuniter of the Stars (Gods)! -------------------------------- The cover picture is not mine~~ ---------------------------- Hello Everyone! A new translation! ----------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/6Wshbcsnh5

The world is being invaded by monsters that pour out of mysterious Spatial Cracks. To survive, humanity abandoned wars and united under sects that gather cultivators to fight the endless tide of monsters. Because of this, becoming a cultivator is no longer a dream, but a terrifying nightmare. One day, Desper awakened his Origin and became a cultivator. Accepting his fate, he prepared to spend his life fighting the monsters threatening humanity. But he discovered a terrifying truth. “My clan is the enemy of the world?! We are helping the monsters?! We are the root of every problem?!” What will he do? How will he hide his identity? Will he chase his past? This is the story of Desper, of losing those he loved, seeking revenge in their name, and walking a path that may shatter everything he thought he knew.

"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.

[The early chapters are admittedly slightly awkward to read at times (if you're well-studied in English), but they are grammatically correct. This is my first time writing a first-person novel and writing in general. I will change and update it soon, don't worry. Keep reading, the chapters improves over time.] The backrooms or the liminal rooms, such an enigmatic never-ending place. Most of the lost souls there are normal people with average capabilities and most of the time, they die. They don't last long and if the backrooms won't consume them, their own psyche will. No one can truly escape the backrooms, there is horror in infinity. However, what if the lost souls this time aren't your usual lost souls? What if they're familiar, what if they're characters from a series that you're fond of. Will they survive the liminal space? Their stories will connect and they'll handle the liminal rooms in their own way. Most of them will reject the backrooms, unwilling to surrender to it. Some will conquer it and even outright own it.

Justin , a loneliness soul , murdered at the age of 25 , what will happen if his fates changes after meeting his Villainess mother and the killer who killed him after time traveling back at the age of 15 stay tuned ,this story has bl genre too

A talented individual who is respected by many and welcomed everywhere… Not at all! A bloodthirsty battle fanatic who knows no defeat! However, he is usually kind and gentle, as well as a great boss and a subordinate who does not make a fuss! That’s what people think of me, but in reality, I’m a sickly person who struggles to get by in everyday life, let alone in battles. Due to excessive stress, I vomit blood. If I’m shocked, I vomit blood. Even if I’m slightly startled, I vomit blood. For no reason at all, I vomit blood… No, it’s about time everyone realized that I’m weak, but for some reason, they continue to have a strange misunderstanding about me. So… I used to be strong—no, I still am, but for some reason my body was damaged and I can no longer use 100% of my skills? Is it because my body will be unable to withstand it? And the reason for it is… a spell? A curse? This is ridiculous! ___ This is an upload of a PDF I have. I don't know who the original translator is, but I'm pretty sure it's MTL. I will make small modifications to each chapter to correct some things that may be confusing.