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When the Tide Refuses to Turn

During the 1900s, Chattogram, a colonial port-city governed by irregularities and mismanagement and the tidal waves, found its residents dead one after another. The deaths themselves are not unusual. What is unusual is what happens after. With each murder, the city becomes much calmer. Accidents disappear. Schedules realigns. The port operates with unusual efficiency as if nothing bad had happened. And then out of nowhere, everything resets. Most people forget. But a few don’t. Or rather, they remember something which they shouldn’t. Everything that refuses to disappear- grief without cause, instincts without memories, habits that refuse to disappear. Deep down they know what they remember is wrong, yet it feels more real than their present. Rahim, a minor ledger clerk, feels that the city feels much better, much cleaner after a death. Amina, a young woman shackled by family duties, takes care of her sick parent, senses that she has already been mourning things that she has never lost. Gradually many more begin to awaken. As they investigate the repeating murders, they uncover something far more sinister than a curse or divine punishment. The city is trapped in a repeating pattern of time, a loop, where human lives become variables, and death shows up when reality becomes unstable. Old, redacted records show that a brilliant man once tried to solve this so-called anomaly by choosing logic over people and reason over everything. The attempt failed, leaving behind only fragmented notes and warnings. Soon, violence began to escalate throughout the city and authorities tightened control. Rahim and Amina soon come to a terrifying realization- The loop does not exist to punish them. It exists because it still works. They want to escape. But soon realizes one thing. If they want to escape, they cannot outrun the system. They must do the one thing it cannot think of- choose meaning over order, even if history refuses to remember why. When the tide finally changes, the world will move on. History will not remember why. But the city will remember.
Finders_keepers · 1.2k Views

The Hybrid's Elixir

In the shadows, death follows Rin like a shadow. Abandoned at birth, she's been hunted by vampires and werewolves who seek to exploit her unique power. The loss of her protector has left her scarred, and the constant fear of being caught has made her wary of trusting anyone. Kai, the enigmatic Shadow Fang, rescues her from certain death, throwing her into a world of ancient secrets and conspiracies. He's a hybrid, a creature of legend, hunted by his own kind for his existence. His past is a dark and twisted path, filled with bloodshed and regret. As Rin navigates this treacherous new world, she's drawn to Kai's haunted eyes, sensing a kindred spirit. She's the Divine Elixir, a sacred vessel that can grant mortals god-like powers, but she's also a key to unlocking a forgotten era of supernatural history. But a darker temptation lurks within Kai, a hunger that whispers to him constantly. If he consumes Rin, he'll attain the godhood he was born to crave. The power to control his own destiny, to protect himself from those who seek to destroy him, is within his grasp. As the stakes grow higher, Rin's fate hangs in the balance. Will she uncover the truth about her identity and the mysterious forces that seek to control her, or will she succumb to the darkness that pursues her? Can Kai resist the temptation of godhood, or will he become the very monster he's been running from? The line salvation and destruction is thin, and the Shadow Fang's true nature is about to be revealed. Warning: Contains explicit scenes.
CGMMANGA · 3.1k Views

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.
pinkD3VIL · 8.4k Views