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BOUND BY WORLDS

Akira and Hayato had been inseparable since childhood—two idiots who laughed at the same jokes, shared the same snacks, and gamed until their eyes burned. But lately… things had changed. Ever since Hayato started dating Ayase, his time had been split like a thin sheet of paper. Akira wasn’t jealous—at least that’s what he told himself—but the silence in his room felt heavier than it used to. Then the news hit.A serial killer roaming their neighborhood.Curfews suggested. Phones buzzing with warnings But that night, Akira sat alone, controller in hand, anime running softly in the background. He wasn’t really paying attention; he was just killing time. Then he spotted movement from his window—Hayato heading home with that tired walk he always had after long dates. Akira couldn’t help but smile. Finally, a chance to talk.He rushed downstairs and caught up to him. “Dude, you should NOT be outside right now,” Hayato scolded, eyes wide. “Go home. Seriously.” But Akira shook his head with that stubborn grin. “It’s been two weeks. I’m walking with you. Halfway. You can’t stop me.” Hayato sighed in defeat, but his eyes softened. “Fine… but only halfway.” And for a while, it felt like old times. They joked. They teased. They filled the empty space that had grown between them.For those few blocks, everything was right again.But when they reached the point where they normally split paths, the night shifted. The street was too quiet. The air too heavy. The shadows too thick. “Alright… I guess this is—” Hayato began. A sound cut him off. Fast. Sharp. Wrong. Akira barely had time to turn.A glint of steel.A blur of movement.Pain that stole his breath.He collapsed first.Hayato screamed his name—but the serial killer was already on him too. Two best friends. Two final breaths. Two lights fading out in the cold dark.Yet death wasn’t the end. When Akira’s consciousness returned, he woke to unfamiliar skies… unfamiliar air… and an unfamiliar body. Long hair. A smaller frame.A girl’s voice escaping his lips. Meanwhile, Hayato awoke not too far away, still himself—but in a world filled with magic, beasts, and kingdoms straight out of the games they used to play together.Two best friends. Reborn.
Warlock_Jones · 3.6k Views

Her Name Awakens a Slumbering Fate

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.
AweQoolT · 41.1k Views

THE WHITE LUNA WHO REJECTED THE PACK

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.
Arpan_Porame · 107.5k Views

My Husband Died in Every Life Except This One

She has died for him nine times. In every past life, Seol Areum loved the same man — cold, brilliant, and utterly unreachable. A crown prince. A warlord. A nameless soldier. A ruthless CEO. Different faces, same soul. And in every single life, she watched him die in her arms... or worse, watched him forget her entirely. Now she's back. Again. Reincarnated into the body of a disgraced noble's daughter in a kingdom on the brink of war — and he is here too. Prince Kaien. The most feared man in the empire, with eyes like winter and a heart locked behind walls she's spent nine lifetimes trying to break. He doesn't remember her. He never does. But this time, something is different. Because this time — he's looking at her first. And this time, Seol Areum isn't going to cry, sacrifice herself, or let fate win. She's going to be selfish. She's going to be ruthless. She's going to make him fall so deeply that even death won't be able to take him from her. But the closer she gets to breaking his walls... the more she realizes the truth behind all nine of her deaths. It was never fate. Someone has been killing her — on purpose. "I have loved you across nine lives and watched you forget me every time. This is the last time I will be the one to break. In this life, I choose myself — until the moment you choose me too." — A story about love that transcends lives, a woman who refuses to be a sacrifice, and a man slowly remembering a soul he was never meant to forget.
Silver_Rain_ · 21.7k Views

The First Love of the Fading stars

"Their first love was like a fading stars". Yoshimura Senkai, just as her name was Reze she really was like a Rain. she teach me patience, resileance, introduced me to—my first reckless parties, my first taste of freedom, my first real understanding of love, desire, and loss. Amano Reze, He save me, saved me from becoming someone I never thought I will be, broken, emotionally unstable. He'd teach me actual love, care, made me into Girl i used to be. Turn me back from what i had became around that time, Looking back at it now I miss those days, ...only things that are left is regrets. ——— Amano Reze, a quiet, playfull yet emotionally guarded, haunted by a past she refuses to confront. Her carefully constructed world fractures when Yoshimura Senkai enters her life—Quiet, enigmatic, and unsettlingly perceptive, observant. Senkai’s interest in Reze is neither gentle nor accidental; it is rooted in the secrets that bind them more tightly than either is willing to admit. He fixed her, from the broken glass he made the art out of it. he make her emotionally stable, and yet decent again. But, Complicating everything is Lemon Kannawa, Reze’s ex-lover, whose unresolved feelings and possessiveness resurface as a old wounds reopen. Lemon’s presence turns the college into a battlefield of manipulation, jealousy, and half-buried truths, forcing Reze to relive a relationship that once consumed her identity. As desire blurs into obsession, the three are drawn into a dangerous emotional triangle where love is weaponized and vulnerability becomes a liability. Loyalties fracture, past betrayals resurface, and the line between affection and control erodes. What begins as a college romance spirals into a psychological game where every character must decide how much of themselves they are willing to lose for love—and whether escape is still possible once the past demands its due.
Mr_Kuro · 25.4k Views