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Synopsis: Alex Caldwell, a laid-back and unassuming young man, once led an ordinary life. But his fate changed drastically when a fragment of universe origin—the shard—bonded to his soul, granting him the ability to shape any ability of his choice. As Alex explores his newfound abilities---the cognichip--- he keeps a low profile, maintaining his job at a small bookkeeping firm and indulging in simple curiosities while quietly refining his mental strength and more powerful soul power.

The moment that he tapped on the submit button, a blaring siren resounded within Aecateon’s ears. [[ Warning! ]] [[ Warning! ]] [[ “I M P R I S O N E D : E R O S S T H E M U R D E R E D” is incorrect ]] [[ Player Igor Vali failed the 9th Guessing Opportunity ]] Upon the appearance of the panel he dreaded to see, Aectaeon couldn’t stop himself from groaning inwardly. [[ Initiating Time Extension ]] [[ 10th Guessing Opportunity Countdown: 15 D ; 23 H ; 59 M ; 59 S ]] [[ Clue {13th letter}: Harold __ Baster]] [[ Player’s progress: I M P R I S O N E D : E R _ _ S T H E M U R D E R E D ]] [[ Return Countdown: 20 D ; 19 H ; 30 M ; 14 S ]] [[ Repeating Mission Order ]] [[ Mission ]] [[ Complete the Title of the Current Game World ]] [[ Reward ]] [[ A: Player will be permitted to choose the genre of the next world ]] [[ Penalty ]] [[ A: Forced forfeiture of artefact ownership ]] With contempt in his eyes, Aectaeon watched as the series of transparent panels flashed quickly before his eyes. He slumped further down his seat as he felt the frustration coursing through his veins. ‘There’s not much time between the Guessing Opportunity and the next transmigration. Meaning, I have to correctly predict what’s the last letter on my own. Luck better be on my side or hell be damned. That artefact will be an important key to my survival..’ As he thought of his unfortunate fate, Aectaeon began to regather his resolve. The man wanted to escape this system of endless transmigrations. However, if fate refused to align with his wishes, then there’s one thing left for him to do. And that was to set the system ablaze with the own fire that it created. { Excerpt from the 4th Game World. }

Nari the girl, whose punches every other guy of her age in her school had tasted. Park Ye Jun, the guy who excessively seemed interested in this tomboy who had entered his life first when she beat the pulp out of his friend. Nari hated Ye Jun but Park Ye Jun never missed a chance of showing his feelings to her. But then why suddenly he left the city and cut ties with everyone, even Nari. Why did he leave Nari alone when she wanted him finally? And what will happen when he finally comes back and Nari hates him again? Join them on the wistful, humourous, and sometimes unpredictable journey of them, The Page Where We Left... The total number of chapters (targeted): 150. Updates: Two chapters daily. The Privileged readers can get access to a sneak peek of further two to four chapters. It's a slow burn so buckle yourself up for A long journey!!!! Catch me on insta: _aislinn_jasper_ or talk to me on discord: Aislinn_Jasper #2125

Tom Foster has his life planned out, and he's systematically pursuing his goals. At twenty-two, he's been organist and choirmaster at The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd for three years, he's working on his doctoral thesis, and he's beginning a secondary career performing in concert. There is no room in his schedule for romance ... until Noah Webster, a gorgeous green-eyed blond, walks into the church one evening to audition for the choir.<br><br>What starts as an arrangement of convenience -- Tom's usual page turner is unavailable, and Noah agrees to do the job-soon turns into a fast friendship. Then Noah, who is saddled with an obnoxious roommate, rents the spare bedroom in Tom's house, and ultimately the two men become lovers and partners in life.<br><br>But before they can ride off into the sunset together, they must face one major obstacle: Noah's violent, homophobic Southern Baptist father.

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Hi, I'm Mayu. No, I'm Yumi. Well, I'm Mayumi. I guess I'm both. I'm a nurse. I'm a writer. I'm still both. I'm single and ready to mingle. But I'm married? O-okay. I think I need to speak to my brother. Oh, you're not? Let me speak to my grandfather then. What? Why would I speak to him? He's my boyfriend? I thought I'm married. What's happening? I'm Mayu. Yumi. No. Hey! Who are they? Why are they here? This is my story. What's happe- *beep*

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In a world where ancient supernatural clans battle for control, Elara Silverfang, heir to the legendary Silverfang bloodline, discovers a long-buried power within herself. Guided by the voice of a mysterious force, she embarks on a dangerous journey to unite fractured supernatural factions—the vampires, witches, and werewolves—against the looming threat of the Old Ones, beings of unimaginable power who seek to plunge the world into chaos. As Elara and her pack unlock the secrets of their heritage and face the wrath of rival factions, they uncover deep-rooted betrayals, alliances forged in darkness, and unearth forgotten magic. The fight for survival becomes a battle not just for the future of their world, but for the balance of the supernatural realms. With the weight of her ancestors' legacy pressing down on her, Elara must navigate a treacherous path, where allies are few and enemies lurk in the shadows, all while struggling to control the power coursing through her veins.

Secrets are keeping you away. They are shadows, sneaking Stays there dark and blank. Always following you, But never bothers to reveal itself. Cast by the light, Showing someone just like you, Only dimmer, faceless, confused. I'm Addison Williams. A woman who once dreamed about becoming a music producer, but life did not permit me to do so. As an heir of one of the wealthiest families in Australia, I am destined to run a company, but do you think I can still rewrite my fate? Will I be able to break free from the chains that bound me? When the time comes, will I prefer to choose familiarity, or would I learn to see the beauty of uncertainties?