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The Actress and Her Cold Surgeon

Back in hign school time, Jaynara Stevens already had a terrible little habit of teasing Ginevra Volkova, that untouchable flower growing alone on a high, icy ridge. She would test the boundaries bit by bit—brushing close, reaching out, trying to pluck that distant bloom and hide it away in her own hands. Whether she ever really succeeded… that was another story entirely. Years passed. Jaynara became the one everyone chased after, the kind of actress whose face on a poster could stop crowds, the reigning darling of the screen with awards and flashbulbs always following her. But the core of her heart never changed. All that brilliance, all that applause—none of it mattered as much as one stubborn wish: She wanted to claim Dr. Volkova. Only her. She had always thought the woman she loved was just an “ordinary person,” at least by the world’s standards— A cardiac surgeon. Outwardly cold, self-contained, with the kind of ascetic self-discipline and fastidious cleanliness that made people instinctively keep a respectful distance. Yet beneath that chill exterior, she was kind. Gentle in ways that arrived quietly, like lamplight seeping under a door. Dangerously fascinating. The sort of tenderness that made you want to lean in, even if you knew you might get hurt. Of course, none of this seemed to make Dr. Volkova’s heart skip so much as a beat. No matter how many glances Jaynara stole, how many lines she crossed only to retreat with a laugh, she still couldn’t quite get the reaction she longed for. And that—more than any harsh review or box-office pressure—was what truly kept her awake at night. For all her confidence in front of the camera, Jaynara could not figure out how to make the one person she wanted most actually fall for her. It was a small, private misery. One she carried alone. Ginevra, however, did not see things the same way. She was born with darkness threaded through her veins like a quiet inheritance—something closer to demon blood than anything human. The thoughts she hid behind her calm, pale eyes were far from gentle. In the quietest hours, when no one was watching, her mind sank into places it should not go: Thoughts of taking Jaynara apart, piece by fragile piece, until there was nothing left that she did not know, nothing left that did not belong to her. Of devouring every version of Jaynara that the world adored, until only the one that whispered her name remained. She would remove every threat, one by one—every rival crush, every passing flirtation, every gaze that lingered too long on Jaynara’s smile— until there was nowhere else for Jaynara to go, no one else for her to turn to. Until the only one left in her sky was Ginevra Volkova.
Writerszai · 12.7k Views

Project 1948: The Jinnah Divergence

"History says nations are built on speeches and slogans. History is wrong." "Nations are built on plumbing, supply chains, and systems." Bilal, a cynical game developer from 2024, knows exactly how the “game” of British India ends—with the fire and blood of 1947. When he wakes up inside the mind of Muhammad Ali Jinnah (Father of The Nation) in 1930, he realizes that following the historical script is a death sentence for millions. The Quaid-e-Azam (Father of The Nation) of the textbooks—the distant, immaculate lawyer—needs a patch. Forming an unlikely partnership, the modern systems thinker and the Edwardian barrister abandon the politics of London and Delhi. Instead, they retreat to the forgotten backwaters of Montgomery to attempt something dangerous: Project Sandalbar. Their goal is not rebellion—but construction. To build a functioning prototype state inside the belly of the British Empire. Armed with modern knowledge of logistics, communication networks, and resource management—wielded through Jinnah’s razor-sharp legal mind—they begin engineering a sanctuary against the coming storm. The Mission: Turn a dust-bowl estate into a self-sustaining fortress. The Tools: Sanitation protocols, radio networks, cooperative economics, and a militia disguised as farm guards. The Obstacles: Feudal lords, imperial suspicion, religious extremism, and the ticking clock of history. They are not fighting for independence. They are building a lifeboat. Can a game developer and a lawyer “mod” the operating system of the Raj before the server crashes?
farooqakram · 101.8k Views

Restart: The World Savior's New Beginning

EARTH was destroyed but some of the inhabitants were send to a different world, which will be targeted next by the DESTROYER, who destroyed Earth. They were given a game like system and a mission to avenge EARTH. Elena was only a 16-years old girl that time and she was suddenly transported to another world full of betrayal, killing, plunder, debauchery and more. That world was also at the verge of extinction by the DESTROYER. But Elena was able to save the world after going through a lot of unimaginable hardship for seven years and became the World Savior. After fulfilling her mission now she have a chance to either stay in this world as hero, or go to another world to start a new comfortable life as a reward. So, what will she do? How will her journey go from now on? Join Elena who is a kind hearted, overpowered and ruthless girl in her journey to enjoy her life to the fullest after overcoming a lot of harsh trials. ______________ Elena is overpowered FMC and she is not involved in any kind of romance. I hate the idea of my protagonist to be a lovestruck maiden like many novels. She is strong, independent, kind and decisive. This story mainly focuses on the adventure and fantasy aspects more with slice of life and actions mixed in it. This novel is my take on creating a perfect Female Main Charector of my liking and to create a story of a proper hero and savior. ______________ The cover does belong to me, so no prob. discord: https://discord.com/invite/fYqDSEYVUM kofi: ko-fi.com/omniscient_ Have fun reading.
_OMNiCiENT_ · 1.5m Views

I Invested in Fate and the World Had No Choice but to Repay Me

Zhang Wen was born into a high level family. He possessed status, bloodline, and a bright future ahead of him. He also had a younger brother with the highest level of talent. He was raised amid warmth, gentle teachings, the smiles of adults, and care that appeared sincere in every single day. Everything seemed perfect until the day he turned eighteen. On that day, memories from another world awakened within him. In his previous life, he had been a spy. A man who lived in the shadows, surrounded by betrayal and manipulation, treated as nothing more than a disposable tool. A single wrong decision during a mission led to its failure, and as a result, he was silently eliminated. His life as a spy ended just like that. But when he opened his eyes again, the world before him was no longer the same. This was a world where people could cultivate. A world where power could change fate. A world where lifespans could be extended, and the strong could stand above all rules. When fragments of memories from both worlds merged, Zhang Wen did not receive the chance to begin a peaceful new life. Instead, he was pushed directly into the worst possible situation. His younger brother was framed. Branded as a demonic cultivator. Labeled as a calamity that would bring ruin upon the family. And on the day when everything reached its darkest point, the person they had called mother for many years was the first to turn her back on them. She claimed it was for the protection of the family, for maintaining stability. She said that extracting his younger brother’s sacred bone was necessary. Her words sounded noble, filled with reason, and were supported by the elders within the clan. But for Zhang Wen, who had just regained his memories, he knew a secret about the woman who had raised them. This had never been protection. It was never love. It was cultivation for the sake of harvest. At that very moment, when the family became a trap, escaping was no longer merely an option. It became the only thing he could do. As he fled the clan with his younger brother, surrounded by pursuit and the line between life and death, a voice suddenly echoed within his consciousness. [The Investment System has been awakened] ……………. This world’s cultivation system is divided into thirteen major realms: Qi Control, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Formation, Body Integration, Nirvana, Heavenly Cavern, Saint, Saint King, Saint Emperor, Half Emperor, and Great Emperor. Each major realm is further divided into nine minor stages. In this world, special physiques are classified into five levels: Ordinary, Mysterious, Earth, Heaven, and Sacred. The levels of luck from lowest to highest are: Black, White, Green, Purple, Red, and Gold. I publish my work on ten platforms. T Dekd, Fictionlog, ReadAWrite, Kawebook, Tunwalai, NovelKingdom, and Jinovel. Webnovels, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub.
EA7111 · 21.5k Views

Aeons Eater

Timothy Strife just wanted to pay rent. Living in the shadows of Astral City—a world literally split in three by the cataclysmic "Rapture"—Timothy spent his days dodging his landlord’s "Sacred Valley" guilt trips and his nights trying to ignore the fact that his father went to "buy milk" and never came back. In a world where your worth is determined by the "Gacha" pull of a Beyonder, Timothy was a nobody. A commoner. A glitch in the system. Then he accidentally ate a billion-credit Myth Tamer. Now, Timothy isn’t just a student at the prestigious Mythica Academy; he’s a Class T: Rapture Entity. The System doesn't just call him a hero—it calls him a predator. He doesn't just summon Legends; he recycles them. After his stomach turns the legendary King Arthur into Althea, a gold-clad knight who is far too pretty for her own good, Timothy realizes his "Design" is fundamentally broken. When he "processes" a legendary enemy on the school’s dueling field, he spits out Lu Ae—a female, silent version of the world’s most savage general. With a growing "harem" of recycled historical legends, a bloodline name—Reach—that has the shadowy Obsidian Hands hunting him, and a hunger that can only be satisfied by consuming the very myths the world worships, Timothy has a choice: Be the hero the Academy wants. Be the disaster the world fears. He’ll probably just choose whichever option keeps his tuition paid and his stomach full. After all, the design is very human.
Eden_Connor · 8.4k Views