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Elden Ring: A Foreign Soul

(A/N: Features a harem, quickly OP MC whos an experienced reincarnator, and smut content. If any of that didn’t jive with you, don’t waste your time reading the synopsis and bounce on to a different story.) Radagon: her other half. He lacked the grit, the resolve, to defy the chains that bound her. Ranni, Miquella, and Malenia: all Empyreans with the potential to achieve godhood as she once did. Desperation and reckless ambition guided them, each too concerned with their respective goals to be of help to her. The rest of her children, powerful as they were, lacked what she sought. The Tarnished, drawn back to the Lands Between by her will, all proved to be disappointments, constant battles against forces mere mortals could scarcely hope to overcome leaving will and body alike broken. Their titles, achievements, beliefs. All of it mattered not when they lacked the power to fulfill her wish. Raging desperately against her eternal imprisonment within the Erdtree, Marika reaches beyond the Lands Between. Beyond the fog that perpetually surrounds it. Beyond the very stars above. All in search of one who could grant her wish. A wish for freedom. But as the saying goes, one should be careful what they wish for. Her desperate bid draws a soul older than even her own into the Lands Between. A soul with the potential to not just grant her wish but upset the balance of the world entirely. A soul that could one day eclipse her power several times over. Left with no other choice but to take on that risk, Marika focuses all of her efforts on him. There were many in the world who would see her dead and have all that’d she ever done and suffered through wiped away in order to construct their ideal order. If any of them were to gain sway over him it could mean the end of everything. She would not allow that to happen. No matter the cost. XOXO * Denotes a chapter that only has a single lemon scene in it that takes takes up, at most, a quarter of the chapter. ** Denotes a chapter that's at least half a lemon *** Denotes a chapter that's more or less completely a lemon with all other scenes dedicated to building it up. XOXO I'll be posting Monday/Wednesday/Friday at 9:00 a.m pst, 12:00 p.m. est, etc(Convert for your relevant time zones). XOXO For those who want to show extra support and are interested in reading ahead, check out my patreon. patreon .com/thirdratewriter
thirdratewriter · 891.4k Views

Cinematic rebirth: Urban Bollywood Saga

Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC
InkAuthority · 42.2k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 332.1k Views