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The storm's anchor

​TITLE: THE STORM'S ANCHOR Male X Male. ​To the world, Eliot Huang is the perfect Anchor—beautiful, untouchable, and tragically fragile. Trapped in a gilded cage of public adoration and manufactured gratitude, his mind is held hostage by a man who claims to be his only savior. But beneath the mask of a vulnerable superstar lies a terrifying truth: Eliot is no ordinary Anchor. He is a once-in-a-century existence whose true, devastating power is locked away behind a wall of psychological manipulation. ​Qiu Dingjie is a Shadow bound by instinct and fierce loyalty to protect him. Forced to watch from the sidelines as the person he cares for most is slowly poisoned by a fake savior's gaslighting, Qiuqiu is a predator waiting to strike. He is willing to tear down the world to free his Anchor, but he soon realizes that the hardest battle isn't fighting the enemies in the shadows—it is breaking the invisible chains wrapped around Eliot’s own mind. ​In a world where unseen spiritual frequencies dictate power, and silent wars are fought in the dark corners of the glittering entertainment industry, nothing is as it seems. Watched over by a quiet fourteen-year-old observer who records every shifting resonance and buried secret in her notebook, a deadly game of survival has begun. ​The storm is rising. The pieces are on the board. And the only one who can anchor the chaos is the very person the world convinced was broken. ​Will the Butterfly realize its own strength before the velvet cage turns into a grave?
Maymuna_Muna · 1.5k Views

MY DREAM LOVER

"June, I just got off the phone with the director. He said, Mr. Oren will do the kiss and bed scenes himself and he wants to do it with you, without a body double." Sari, June's cousin and agent broke the news as soon as she entered the changing room. The coffee cup in June's hand fell and the coffee spilled on the floor. She didn't even mind the fact that the hot coffee and poured on her thigh. "June, are you alright?" Sari picked up a tissue and wiped June's thigh, whispering to her in the process. "Do something! Do you want them to know you have a condition?" "Ah! That hurts!" June stood up pretentiously and stepped back. "I told you to be careful! Can you leave us for a few minutes? June needs to change!" Sari said to the two production assistants in the room. "Sure!" The two replied and left the room. "Sit down! I will clean this first." Sari told June. June first closed the door before turning to face Sari. "Sari, what do you mean Mr. Oren is going to do the kiss and bed scenes himself? Why did he suddenly decide to do that?" June sat down in the couch. Synopsis After being blackballed from the movie industry for half a decade, all June wanted an opportunity to get herself out there. She desperately needed a movie and a break out role that would put her name out there again. Her reason was quite simple. She wanted to expose the people that ruined her. Her ex boyfriend whom cheated on her. The girl he cheated on her with, and the main who blackballed her because she rejected his advances. But most importantly, June just wanted to survive. She didn't have any other talents to depend on, besides acting. So, when the opportunity came knocking at her door, she took it without a second thought. Even if it was acting alongside the enigmatic and aloof Luigi Oren, she didn't mind. But maybe, she might have bitten more than she could chew this time around because Luigi wasn't exactly the kind that followed the rules. And she? She had her own secrets to hide.
Purplebride · 38.9k Views

REBIRTH : Chasing The Limelight

Elara’s first life crashed hard. Cruel tricks ruined her name, broke her dreams, and turned the whole entertainment world against her. Friends betrayed her. Lovers sold her out. Everyone she trusted stabbed her in the back. The pain piled up until she felt trapped with no way out. One night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked to the river and ended it all in the cold, quiet water. Later, proof came out. Messages. Recordings. Everything showed she had been framed. People posted apologies online. But it was too late. She was already gone. The universe, though, clearly has a twisted sense of humor. Because somehow, Elara came back. She woke up in her own past, every awful memory still sharp in her head. Right then she made a promise she would never break: protect her gentle grandfather no matter what, and never let anyone push her to that dark place again. This time she steps into the entertainment world with her head high. She trains harder, sings better, fights smarter. The same people who once crushed her? Now they get to feel the pressure. Love? Not happening. Her heart is locked tight. But why is it that as she rises and shines brighter, handsome, powerful men start circling her—guys who never even glanced at her in her previous life were now hovering around her. The actor smiled at her during a press interview, leaned closer, and said softly, “We should have dinner sometime.” The footballer sent flowers so big they blocked her room door. The surgeon she met at a charity event checked her pulse and then forgot to let go of her wrist. The singer she collaborated with kept calling her name during rehearsals, as if the mic could not hear him well enough. Elara stared at the ceiling that night and sighed. She only wanted to sing. Why did everyone look like they wanted to adopt her, date her, or both? But the worst one came after the concert. The lights had just gone off. Her ears were still ringing. Sweat clung to her neck. She had barely stepped backstage when a shadow blocked her path. She looked up. The CEO of the greatest company in Aurelia stood there. The same man who once said her voice was “not worth investing in.” The same man who did not even know her name before rebirth. Now he held her wrist lightly, but firmly. “Let’s talk,” he said. Elara blinked. “About… sponsorship?” “No,” he replied calmly. “About marriage.” Her brain froze. “…What?” “I will give you everything,” he continued, as if asking for a glass of water. “Resources. Protection. Freedom to sing. Become my wife.” Elara stared at him, her mouth open, her thoughts running in circles. This was not how it was supposed to be. Why was the world now skipping steps? NB: This story takes place in a fictional world. Aurelia is a country. Solmere, Veston, and Starfall City are the three capital cities of Aurelia. Other cities, such as Lorien and Crelou, are smaller cities.
SwiftAngel_SDDS · 40.3k Views

The Side Character: I'm not the Female Lead

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.
MiuNovels · 225.7k Views

Wrong body, Right Life

Wrong Body, Right Life Daniel Wright lived a quiet, unremarkable life — thirty-one years of routine, solitude, and contentment in its simplest form. He died the same way he lived: without drama, without warning, on an ordinary Tuesday evening in Columbus, Ohio. He did not expect to wake up. But wake up he does — in the body of Chloe Morales, a twenty-three-year-old homeless woman in the Bronx, New York, in the year 2009. Beautiful, broken, and gone too soon from a life that never gave her a fair chance. Daniel inherits her memories but finds little use in them — Chloe's world was chaos, and the only thing left of it is a body, a name, and a fresh start nobody asked for. With nothing to her name and rock bottom as her foundation, Chloe rebuilds — one day, one small win, one diligent step at a time. A chicken costume. A register. A warm room behind a discount store owned by a man who asks no questions but somehow always makes sure she's eaten. Then a film director walks in to buy a bottle of water, and everything changes. A single accidental appearance on camera — eight seconds she didn't know were being filmed — sets off a chain of events that will take Chloe Morales from the streets of the Bronx to a world that can't stop asking one question: Who is she? Wrong Body, Right Life is a story about second chances, accidental stardom, and what it means to build a life that was never supposed to be yours — and make it worth living anyway. but to be honest I was quite high when i made this. but if you're interested in the story just let me know in the comments
David_Osi · 1.4k Views