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Fanfiction: Hi! This is a fanfiction where I added an OC! Jayfer forever, hope you enjoy! (Make sure to leave out paragraph comments and reviews!)

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.

Neo-Veridian is a city of impossible perfection—a "mathematical paradise" built on the ashes of a long-forgotten war. Here, the “Bio-Synth” AIs look just like us—think, feel, and even bleed like humans. They study in our schools, work beside us, and mimic our tears. Most have forgotten the war that shaped them, but Kael hasn’t. Haunted by the trauma of a horrific event from ten years ago—the taste of copper and salt still lingering in his mouth—Kael lives a life trapped between the living and the dead. He works two grueling shifts, hides in the shadows, and abides by one iron-clad rule: Never touch the machines. But then comes the rain. Lilith is broken, discarded, and bleeding “human” blood on the riverbank. She’s a “Free AI”—a malfunctioned relic of the system, discarded like trash. Kael should walk away, just like everyone else. His instincts scream to leave her to rot, and his memories of a family lost to the war demand he walk away. But instead, he carries her home. What follows is a suffocating “slow burn” through the neon-lit grime of the Sump. Between the sterile shifts at a luxury restaurant and the flickering lights of his 20x20 apartment, Kael is forced to confront a terrifying intimacy with the very thing he’s always feared. As Lilith heals, the walls between human and machine begin to crumble, and Kael must face a question he can no longer avoid: Can he love the very monster that embodies his greatest nightmare? Or is the hunger inside him finally ready to consume them both?

Crown Prince Rain Vale an heir only by title—never by heart. In the kingdom of Silverreach, omegas are meant to serve, not rule. Yet I was born the son of the consort and declared heir at birth, shattering centuries of tradition and igniting hatred in the hearts of my seven alpha brothers. To them, I am not a prince… but the moon's greatest mistake waiting to be corrected. My coming-of-age Howling Ceremony was meant to fix that mistake. A political spectacle designed to bind me to a powerful alpha and quietly strip me of power, ensuring Silverreach returns to its “proper” order. But the Moon has always loved cruel jokes. Instead of a conquering warlord, noble king, or domineering alpha, the bond binds to Caelan Moonfang—the fallen alpha of the Moonfang pack, a crippled Enigma. To my father, the match is an insult. To Caelan’s brother, it is humiliation. To the world, it is proof the Moon has lost its mind. But I knelt anyway and claimed him. Because I, Rain Vale, have never been obedient. And if the kingdoms see a mistake… I will become their worst.

Lucien Sinclair ended up in a world with futuristic VR tech, but found out that the game industry in this world is complete trash. Lucien with his Game Producer System figured that this was the perfect chance to show everyone just how incredible games from his world can be. His first project? Silent Hill PT. While his sister Jenny Sinclair, excited and full of confidence picked up the game, swearing she'd beat it in no time. One ghost in a corridor later, and she was screaming and in tears. And while everyone was calling Silent Hill the scariest game ever made. Lucien silently pulled out Subnautica and Sekiro. --- Translator note: I've decided to continue translating this fanfic which hasn't received any updates in the past five months.  I'll be heavily editing the story. I'm removing as many Chinese elements as possible, making the main character American, and replacing the original top Chinese streamers with real-world Twitch stars like xQc, Pokimane, CaseOh, and others. --- Patreon.com/EdgyReader (adv. 30 chapters) [DAILY CHAPTER]

Diamond O’vera lived an ordinary life. Ordinary job. Ordinary routine. Ordinary death. She died quietly in her sleep. No pain. No warning. No meaning. Then she woke up. Not in heaven. But in the body of a blind child. — Reborn as Mordred Svyatopolovich Ainsworth. A fallen noble in 19th century Russia. A family destroyed by betrayal. A father drowning in pride. A household rotting in poverty beneath the streets of Saint Petersburg. No money. No power. No future. — Eight years later, at seventeen— The truth is clear. No one is coming to save them. — But Mordred is not helpless. Not normal. Not kind. — Armed with a sharp mind, a detached personality, and a terrifying ability to read people beyond sight, he begins to think. To plan. To rebuild. — From ruin to power. From slums to control. From nothing… to something far worse. — This is a dark, grounded story of survival, manipulation, and ambition in a world where weakness is punished and mercy is a luxury. — Will he save his family? Or use them as the foundation for something greater? — And when he rises— Will there be anything human left? ----------------------------------------- Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

In the coastal town of Kannur, where monsoon winds rattle ancestral roofs and sacred Theyyam flames burn against the dark, the Raman family has woven cloth for generations. Their loom has outlived storms, political uprisings, and shifting governments. It has survived hunger. It has survived pride. But it may not survive change. As the 1990s usher in liberalization, Gulf migration, and the slow collapse of the handloom economy, the threads that once held the Raman household together begin to strain. Raman, a traditional weaver bound to land and ritual, believes inheritance is duty. Fathima, a schoolteacher who understands silence too well, knows survival requires flexibility. Sameer, restless and ambitious, leaves for the Gulf — trading sea breeze for desert heat and family for remittance. Devika, brilliant and defiant, dreams of a life beyond inherited expectation. Money begins to flow. Authority begins to shift. Faith begins to fracture. Political tensions simmer in Kannur’s streets. Ritual becomes spectacle. Migration becomes identity. The ancestral house, once unshakable, becomes contested ground. Across two decades of monsoon seasons, departures, funerals, betrayals, and reluctant reconciliations, The House of Threads traces how a family’s private fractures mirror a region in transformation. Because inheritance is not land. It is memory. It is silence. It is the tension that holds — until it doesn’t. In this sweeping first installment of the Loomlines saga, Vishnu Prasad crafts an intimate, unflinching portrait of a coastal family standing at the edge of modern India — where every choice pulls a thread, and every thread reshapes the pattern.

Above the Sefirah Castle, within the Divine Kingdom,. A divine war that determined the fate of the entire world quietly drew to a close. The last victor — a truly great existence worthy of the name — the "Fool," Klein, raised his head toward the dark teal gate of light that represented the Sefirah Castle itself, where transparent "cocoons" hung suspended one by one. Each cocoon contained a life forcibly frozen in time, just as his own once had been. After a brief moment of connection, Klein closed his fingers. All the cocoons shattered at once. Those wrapped inside dissolved into points of light and flew out of the Sefirah Castle, falling toward people who had just died in the real world, beginning their thoroughly transformed lives anew. But Klein, plagued by the awakening will of the Celestial Worthy, had no energy to notice the joke fate had played — some people's lives were better off not continuing… PS1: All worldbuilding and settings in this story originate from Lord of the Mysteries by Cuttlefish That Loves Diving. Readers interested in those settings are welcome to check out that completed work. Those who haven't read it need not worry — neither has the protagonist. I promise to explain everything clearly. PS2: Gender-bender element appears after the opening, not at the beginning. No solo content in later chapters. Read at your own discretion. Ps mc name is Xue Gang change it to Ryan later on in the story he will have a female name Title: Mysteries: The Witch's Fate Author: 当年月照彼时人 raw link;https://wenku.read.qq.com/detail/1056841936?source=m_jump Ten chapters a week until we catch up to the raw novel. Any chapters added during that week will be included in the following week’s batch.

My senior colleague John tossed me an experimental AI model for testing. Then it installed itself on my phone—and I couldn't delete it. I have a head chip that prompts it every time I think of something...including right now!!! (T^T) I thought that was bad enough, until my mom sent me a message: "Your cousin is moving in with you for a while." A socially awkward programmer, a sarcastic AI, and a Japanese cousin I hadn't seen in years... An introvert surrounded by 3...I mean 4 annoying girls... My peaceful life officially came to an end...

The sound of heavy monsoon rain beating against the corrugated tin roofs of Mumbai blends with the low, ominous hum of a city that never truly sleeps. High above the flooded streets, in a spotless, pitch-black penthouse, a deep, rasping voice cuts through the silence. "Decades ago, when the first skyscrapers pierced this city's skyline, an old politician said something that has stuck in my mind." A match is struck in the dark. The sudden flare of a cigar illuminates a heavily scarred face, casting twisted shadows against the glass. "Bleed Mumbai with a thousand cuts," the Kingpin murmurs, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "Exactly like the tiny, festering wounds we’ve carved into the slums, the ports, the police force... I will make the condition of this city worse than hell itself. But today begins with this." Miles away, at the edge of the city, the atomic research facility shakes violently. The heavy steel containment doors blow inwards with a deafening crack. Lethal, blinding radiation floods the chamber. Inside, Ranga falls to his knees as his jaw unhinges and his skin hardens into a glowing black carapace. His screams morph into a horrifying, guttural roar of pure, mutated rage — the birth of the Cockroach. But Mumbai is not just a city of monsters. Perched high on a stone gargoyle overlooking the neon-lit skyline is Pavitr Prabhakar, watching the city breathe. Instead of shadows and ash, he wears a vibrant red and blue suit, the bright spider emblem on his chest gleaming under the city lights. The wind howls around him, snapping at the fabric. "People say powerful people come from powerful places," Pavitr thinks, his internal voice calm and unwavering as he carries the weight of the city. "Wrong. Powerful people make places powerful. And this is my city." Meanwhile, corruption in the city rages on. Police officers accept bribes in dark alleys, and men like Kailash’s uncle shake hands with armed gangsters. But Pavitr is already on the move. He drops from the rooftop, diving towards the streets with terrifying speed before a bright web line snaps out and launches him forward. Through a stolen frequency in his earpiece, the terrified voice of an underworld boss crackles to life over a thug's radio. "Who is he?! He’s not a cop! He moves like a blur! If he comes for us—" Pavitr taps the comms unit in his mask, patching his own voice directly into their network. His tone is cheerful yet carries an edge of absolute confidence. "When I come for you," Pavitr interrupts smoothly, "I won't just web you up. I'll dismantle everything you've ever built before you hit the ground." He is a blur of motion. A web snaps an assault rifle from a thug's hands. A casual two-finger push sends the schoolyard bully, Kailash, flying into the dust. He is a force of bright, unstoppable momentum. Finally, deep inside a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, five heavily armed thugs stand trembling. The air is thick with smoke and their guns are completely empty. They have shot at the rafters, hitting nothing at all. Then, a soft, bright chuckle echoes from above. Pavitr drops right into the centre of the men, landing in a perfect crouch. He slowly stands up and cracks his neck, the large, expressive white lenses of his mask narrowing in amusement. "If you boys are done with your firecrackers..." He raises a fist, flexing his arm as the natural webs under his wrists twitch, ready to shoot. "Shall I start the explosion?" He lunges forward in a vibrant flash of colour and power, shattering the tension in the room in an instant. "Yo, my father raised me a winner, If i kill for my people, it don’t make me a sinner" Pavitr whispers to himself as he soars through the air, a defiant smile hidden beneath his mask. "From the coast to the plains, Everybody knows the name, I’m coming for em..." I ain't own Spider-Man or any associated Marvel characters and locations. All rights belong to Marvel Entertainment.I only claim my original character.

Shinobu means Endurance, Patience, or Preservation. Dokusha means reader. Shinobou Dokusha was reading her favorite manhwa when she realized she is in the same situation as the manhwa's main character. The first name Shinobu is inspired by Demon Slayer, as that is the author's beloved favorite character in the series. Does Shinobu have what it means to truly live up to her name? This book is for that one viewer whose name is……..Lectora. Chapters are written from the author’s heart to that one Lectora. (This is the first rough draft out to public)

Once upon a time, Earth had Qi, and many cultivators lived within it, but one day all of them disappeared, and it became the cultivator's forbidden land. However, as time went on, humans underwent evolution, and many of them gained superpowers. Besides Earth, there are two other realms connected to Earth. The two realms are the Heaven Realm and the Hell Realm. When Chen Li was very young, he only knew that his father was killed by people from several powerful and prominent families, and his family's property was also robbed by them. Since then, he had also been bullied by the younger generations of those families, but he couldn't do anything against them. Because they were possessors of superpowers, whereas he was just an ordinary young man with a frail body, and he didn't have any superpowers whatsoever. One day, some of them beat him almost to death, then they dumped him in the northern forest and left him to die. However, fate was still kind to Chen Li. Just as he was about to die, the soul remnant of a strong cultivator named Song Tianyi found him. Song Tianyi decided to save Chen Li from death; he took him as his sole successor, and he passed everything down to him. After that, Chen Li trained diligently to become a strong cultivator with one goal: revenge. How will Chen Li go about facing the superpower possessors and getting revenge on those people? And how would he face the races of the other two realms? Let's find out.

"I am the sole Demon Path Supreme of the entire Immortal Realm for millions of years. Unfortunately, I was ambushed and killed by that damned Yaochi Saintess Ye Qiuhan while Undergoing Tribulation, turning into my current form." "If you just give me fifty Spirit Stones, I can buy back my Demonic Path Secret Manual and tread the path to becoming Supreme once more. When I achieve the Supreme Rank in the future and finish off that damned Yaochi Saintess, I'll appoint you as my Right Protector, granting you endless riches and honor!" The petite, white-haired girl placed her hands on her hips, speaking with evident pride before the black-haired girl. "So, what do you think? Tempted? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity~") However, before she could scam the Spirit Stones, she seemed to have forgotten to ask the name of the girl standing before her. Yet, she had encountered her lifelong nemesis, the Sword Saint of the Human Race. And this Saintess... seemed to also retain memories of the past.

At first, no one cared that Erik ten Hag had forbidden Qin Ming from entering the team cafeteria. To the world, it was just another case of a coach’s cold discipline over a struggling player. They didn't know they were witnessing the spark that would ignite a revolution. No one knew that from that moment, a star was being born, a legend was rising, and the era of the "Two Superstars" was beginning to crumble. Transmigrated back to 2014 and armed with the Ronaldinho Template, Qin Ming refused to be a pawn in a CSL transfer scheme. Instead, he found his way to Wolfsburg. Originally signed as little more than a "commercial mascot," he stepped onto the pitch and met a young, rising Kevin De Bruyne. From that day on, the history of football was rewritten. Years later, fans would sit in silence, mesmerized by the most gorgeous dance ever performed on a pitch. They watched his dazzling footwork, his imaginative touch, and his effortless escapes from world-class defenders. They marveled at his "needle-threading" passes and the leisurely no-look balls that left stadiums breathless. It wasn't just football; it was freedom. When reporters finally asked the legendary Qin Ming about the secret behind his rise to the top, he simply smiled and shook his head. "To be honest," he said, "at first, I just wanted to be allowed back into the cafeteria to eat."

I accidentally kidnapped a celestial princess on Awakening Day. Her aunt can erase this world in an instant. Her grandfather can destroy an entire Star Field with a thought. And she is now permanently bonded to me as my first summon. Yan Ye blacked out during a panic attack at twenty-one and woke up in the body of a morbidly obese seventeen-year-old on Blue Star, a world where dungeons tear open the earth and the Global Awakening System grants every human a class at eighteen. But the system Yan Ye has isn't the one everyone else has. It came with daily quests that punish failure, features that unlock as he grows stronger, and a personality that seems to enjoy his suffering. For an entire year before his Awakening, the system forced him to train, fight, and survive things no unawakened human should face. By the time the rest of his class steps onto the awakening formation, Yan Ye is already something that shouldn't exist. Then he awakens an Irregular class never seen before: Archetype Summoner. His very first summon tears open a portal to the wrong realm and drags a divine princess into his world. That was just the first summon. Each new summon opens a door to a different universe. A different power system. A different existence that was never meant to set foot on Blue Star. Original Work. Weak to strong. System-driven progression. No NTR. No fake weakness. No nationalism.

IT'S A EKSPERIMENTAL SERIES "Pokemon Days, this is my experimental story which, to be honest, is quite strange. This story focuses on exploring every possibility and mystery." The Pokémon world is a place where humans live side by side with mysterious creatures known as Pokémon. They exist everywhere, yet we never truly understand their true nature—or even the secrets hidden behind this world.

After an unexpected accident, a top-tier streamer known for speedrunning games wakes up in the body of Kazuya Kinoshita, the hopeless protagonist of a romance anime he instantly labels as “absolute trash.” Armed with nothing but a sharp tongue, quick wit, and a strategist’s mindset, he decides there’s only one logical move: Speedrun the entire story and get out as fast as possible. Instead of following the painfully slow, misunderstanding-filled canon of Rent-A-Girlfriend, this new “Kazuya” breaks every rule. He refuses to simp, calls people out to their faces, and dismantles forced relationships with brutal honesty. His words cut deep - often intentionally - leaving emotional fallout in his wake. From confronting his manipulative ex Mami Nanami, to rejecting artificial connections and exposing uncomfortable truths, he treats reality like a game: skipping “cutscenes,” triggering key events, and optimizing every interaction for the fastest possible ending. But not everything can be speedrun. As he grows closer to Chizuru Mizuhara, a girl hiding her true self behind a perfect façade, he begins to realize that real emotions don’t follow scripts - and that his own past has made him more broken than he thought. What starts as a cynical attempt to “clear a bad story” turns into something far more personal: A journey about honesty, consequences, and learning when to stop treating life like a game. In a world built on fake relationships, can someone who only knows how to break things learn how to truly connect?

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*

***MATURE CONTENT***He cheats, she waits and takes him back. Cheats again, and again, and the same thing happens. But one day Vivian Rose is fed up with her ex's wandering eye and decides to have some fun of her own. Enter billionaire and unapologetic playboy Ryan Terrell. A man with a hardened outer shell but a soft heart. They agree to a night of fun, but one night just isn't enough and they enter into an ‘arrangement' pretty soon the lines get blurred.

It's a Collection of multiple Short stories... *It's not male or female oriented. It changes in every story according to the story line. ★Length of each Short story would be 5k-10k words ( 2-5 chapters each 1.5k-3k words.) without spinoffs and side stories. ★ It's going to be 10k+ to 20k+ words ( 5-10 chapters each 1.5k-3k words.) with spinoffs and side stories. *Only available for the first Short Story of every volume (On Wattpad). *Available for other stories on Patreon. ★Check out Patreon for all the stuff available. ★Creator name :- The-clumsy-writer 7. https://www.patreon.com/The_clumsy_writer7?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator ★One Volume equates to 15-21 Short stories. ★Atleast *2-5 Short stories every month. ★Thank you ☺️.