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MAYABINI

Check Out: I Am Not A Pro Fourteen years ago, the youngest daughter of the legendary Sunaina family disappeared. A tragedy, a mystery.A family drama big enough to make an entire mansion run out of tissues. The Sunaina family searched everywhere for their lost child. And after 14 long years,They finally found her.The only problem? They expected a cute little daughter who would run into their arms crying.Instead, they found Maya. -------★★------ Maya is an orphan living quietly in a small rented house in the countryside. She has no money. No powerful background no legendary bloodline. At least, that's what she thinks. She has no idea her birth certificate is basically a hidden treasure map.She is just trying to survive her ordinary life. Unfortunately...the universe looked at her peaceful existence and said: "That seems too easy. Let's add some chaos." --------- One day at school, Maya meets Mahi Sunaina—the terrifyingly influential head of the Sunaina family. Everything seems normal. Until Maya notices the bracelet on Mahi's hand.Her only thought was: "I think I am doomed." Wait a minute... why does this feel like a suspiciously important plot device? And just like that...Her quiet life ends. 'Congratulations, Maya.' You have unlocked the 'Secret Rich Family Daughter' achievement. Rewards include: - Confused relatives. - Endless family drama. - And absolutely no peaceful days. ---------- The Sunaina family finally gets their missing daughter back.But they soon realize something terrifying. The little girl they lost 14 years ago is gone, the person standing before them is someone completely different. Maya is intelligent, she is suspicious of everyone.Her trust level is lower than a villain's chance of staying dead after a dramatic final battle. The family wanted their daughter back. They got a mystery instead. ______ This world may look like a beautiful romance fantasy. A world filled with destiny, miracles and characters who somehow always meet at the perfect dramatic moment. But Maya knows the truth, She knows how this story ends. So, she has one simple response:"No." -------- From now on, everyone is a piece on the board. Family members? Potential allies. Enemies? Potential problems. People with suspicious smiles? Definitely problems. -------- Maya doesn't want to be a hero. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. And fate has never learned that forcing a stubborn person into a story usually creates a bigger disaster. ★★★★★★ NOTE : Attention, dear readers. Before you start searching for romance, love triangles or a collection of handsome characters fighting for Maya's attention........Please stop. The romance department has been permanently closed. The harem application form has been lost, rejected and permanently deleted. Please do not send requests; she is already busy managing disasters. TAG: Female MC SCHEDULE: 1–2 Chapters / Week CHAPTER LENGTH: 3000–4500 words ----------- WARNING: Maya is not a hero. She is not a perfect angel who forgives everyone after one emotional speech. She is not the kind of protagonist who sees someone crying and immediately says, "Don't worry, I will save you!" Her first thought is more likely: "How is this my problem?" She is cynical, complicated, and definitely not a walking sunshine generator. She may even make you ask: "Am I supposed to support her plan or call someone?" If you want a sweet protagonist who helps everyone in trouble......This is probably not your cup of tea. But if you want to watch a girl with a complicated past challenge destiny, family drama, and the ridiculous rules of a fantasy world....Welcome. The chaos begins here. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I am a new writer, so please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am still learning, improving, and trying to make this story better with every chapter.Writing a story is easy...Until grammar appears as the final boss. I hope you enjoy the chaos.
Orsa · 126.4k Views

Eclipse: The Awakening

One man. Darkness shrouds his figure. Only his hands are visible, folded before his lips in a contemplative pose. Perhaps he is thinking, perhaps his mind has drifted into places not meant for ordinary men. Cold puffs of air escape him, the only proof he is alive. But is he truly alive… or simply enduring? He doesn’t move. He sits perfectly still. Controlled, calculated, breathing slow, deep breaths and nothing more. Two windows. Floor-to-ceiling monoliths of glass. Crude in craftsmanship, but peculiar in their presence. The cold air clings to them like a second skin, veiling them in a thin layer of fog. The tall frames do not match but they oppose each other, as if forged by rival hands. Light from beyond seeps in. A pale, cold blue glow, but even that is not enough to pry the shadows away from the man’s silhouette. Three candles. They flicker weakly, fighting the room’s immense darkness. The windows offer nothing but blue emptiness, so the candles shoulder the burden of illumination. Yet the man remains half-hidden, swallowed by shadows that refuse to retreat. Stranger still, the candles do not drip wax. Not a single drop. How long have they been burning? Minutes? Hours? Longer? The man has been here for quite some time. It would be reasonable to assume the candles arrived with him… unless something else sustains them. Four bookshelves. They stand like sentinels in the corners of the room. Before, their shelves held tomes of ordinary knowledge. For each row of books, countless secrets lingered, unseen, untouched. And four times over, the library mocked anyone who was bold enough to approach. A reservoir of wisdom. A bookkeeper's dream. But what knowledge does a book have if its reader does not understand it? Before understanding, must the reader not ask what he intends to do with it? These four bookshelves sit silently, daring any soul brave enough to probe them. Five pages. Spread carefully across the table before him. Not a book, just five pages. What kind of knowledge can hide in so little parchment? Letters and symbols crawl across their surfaces, though I cannot tell if the man is reading them or reciting them like a prayer. Is he memorizing them? Or does he already see through the fogged windows that it is coming? The candles cannot protect him forever. The shelves whisper. They want their brother returned. Now is not the time to seek their secrets. The pages flutter. No wind. No hand. Time is up. A single exhale escapes him, longer and heavier than the last. He knows. I know. And now you know. The eclipse is at hand.
Bratte · 46.7k Views