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On the first day, Luo Feng went broke and had to go back home. In order to make ends meet, he began to collect trash from house to house. Unexpectedly, he happened to bind the "Treasure Prompter" system. "Ding! There are gallstones in the stomach of the sick cow of the butcher ahead, commonly known as cow treasure, worth 6 million." "Ding! 10 meters ahead, the paper on the wall of the old lady's house is a painting by Tang Bohu, worth 300 million." "Ding! 100 meters ahead, the abandoned whetstone is imperial green jade, worth 1 billion." "Ding! 1000 meters ahead, the woodcutting knife in the woodcutter's hand is a Xizhou's bronze sword, worth 2.5 billion." "Ding! 10,000 meters ahead, the stone that the child hit the water is a Martian meteorite, worth 8.8 billion!" "Since I have this system, who can still see me as a trash collector?" "I am a treasure hunter disguised as a trash collector!" On the first day, Luo Feng passed by the door of a rural quadrangle and saw a child smashing spades with a four-sided object. He went up to pick it up and found that the words "commanded by heaven, both longevity, and eternal prosperity" were engraved on the bottom. "Ding! The child smashing walnuts in front of the house! In his hand is the heirloom jade seal..."

When the apocalypse arrived, staying alive became the greatest challenge.Scarce supplies, zombies everywhere, terrifying mutated beasts, and… the darkness of human nature in the end times — all turned survival into a nightmare.The awakening of abilities follows the Seven-Star Path: Yaoguang → Kaiyang → Yuheng → Tianquan → Tianji → Tianxuan → Tianshu → Yinyuan →Dongming Each star that lights up grants a new power. For everyone else, the abilities are random. But for the protagonist… he gets to choose. And thus, a new kind of bandit was born in the apocalypse. No supplies? Then take them. No superpowers? Take those too. No base? Still take it. Super Base City Lord once said: “I would rather face a million zombies… than face the Starfall Squad.”

In a quiet coastal town where nothing extraordinary ever seems to happen, seventeen-year-old Elara Wynn hides an impossible secret — she can see the futures people were meant to have… but lost. Every regret, every abandoned dream, every choice that changed a life leaves behind a fragile echo — a “forgotten tomorrow.” And somehow, Elara has been collecting them since she was a child. When a grieving boy arrives in town carrying a future so broken it threatens to unravel reality itself, Elara discovers that forgotten tomorrows aren’t just memories — they are pieces of possibility, waiting for someone brave enough to restore them. But rewriting fate comes at a cost. As the boundary between what is and what could have been begins to fracture, Elara must decide: Is she meant to protect the world’s forgotten dreams — or sacrifice her own future to save them? In a story about regret, hope, and the fragile beauty of second chances, The Girl Who Collected Forgotten Tomorrows explores the haunting question: What if the life you lost was still waiting for you?

She's perfection. He sees the flaws. Vera Ardent doesn't fail-until she does. Julian Mercer doesn't care who she is-only what she doesn't know. Their deal was simple: grades for access. No feelings. No distractions. But control was never meant to be challenged- and he's the one person who refuses to play by her rules.

A collection of horror stories. It would be supernatural, psychological horror. Every kind of horror story I will make, it will end up here!

Series of stories of unrequited love. A police officer found the one child he wish. A couple that help a young girl achieved her dream. A dying mother befriend her estranged daughter. A miraculous doctor who found love and life in a strange town. And a heroic son who care for his estranged father.

Warning: 17+++ only. This isn't some cute Alpha omega story, it involves a ML Alpha who's a dick and an omega who's an obsessed fucker. *** Lee Ji ho is a shameless, dick-obsessed cumslut. Every night he impales himself on a massive, ridged dildo that leaves him gaping; by day he struts around with a throbbing remote egg buried in his greedy hole; come weekends, he prowls dimly lit gay dens chasing after hung alphas for brutal, no-strings poundings. His deepest craving? A throbbing shaft stuffing his throat nonstop, morning till night. One scorching night he bags a stunning, girthy beast of a thing that knows exactly how to wreck a hole. Right as the tidal wave of bliss is about to crash over him… blinding white flash. Temporal displacement achieved. The newly arrived Lee Ji ho whines in pure frustration: “Nooo, I was literally seconds from exploding…” [System: Gather “500ml of thick seed” directly from his stretched rear.] Jackpot. This is his natural habitat. Time to turn every cock in this new age into his personal milk factory!

This is the story of Shi-heum and Yoon-sung, who found themselves living together due to circumstances beyond their control.

In a world still healing from the Transparency Revolution that exposed global corruption, violence begins rising again across Mumbai—quietly, strangely, without warning. Ordinary people display inhuman reflexes, unpredictable instincts, and terrifying bursts of clarity in fights. Officials blame stress. The media blames unrest. No one knows the truth. Arjun is the kind of boy who should never be caught in this chaos—quiet, overlooked, bullied, living each day in survival mode. He’s not fast, not skilled, and not brave. Yet whenever danger closes in, something inside him reacts before he can think. A glance he shouldn't notice. A footstep he shouldn't hear. A punch he shouldn't avoid. Everyone around him is changing in violent, unpredictable ways. But Arjun… stays calm. When he survives an attack that should have killed him, he begins to notice the truth: the world is shifting, people are breaking, and whatever is happening to them… isn't happening to him. As more strange incidents spread across the city, Arjun finds himself caught between students who fight like cornered animals, strangers whose instincts feel manufactured, and forces far bigger than any schoolyard conflict. He isn’t trying to become a hero. He isn’t trying to understand the world. He just wants to stay alive. But survival comes with a cost—because once the wrong people notice someone who doesn’t break, they don’t let go. And Arjun is about to find out that the most dangerous thing in this changing world… is a mind that refuses to fall apart.

Bria Stephens was an artist once. She painted cities at dusk in colors no one else could see — until someone she trusted told her she wasn't good enough. She never picked up a brush again. Now she's a senior editor at Caelum Press, one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the country. Her colleagues call her the Ice Queen of the slush pile. Authors fear her rejections. No one knows she still sees the world like a canvas — she just stopped letting anyone see her. Ryan Malcolm wasn't always Ryan Malcolm. He was born Dante Wards, in a neighborhood that tried to bury him. He failed. He lost everything. So he left, changed his name, and rebuilt himself from nothing. Now he's the cold, elusive CEO of Caelum Press — the company he built with his own hands. The only people who know the man beneath the armor are the younger sibling he raised alone, and the anonymous scholarship he funds for kids from his old streets. When an anonymous manuscript lands on Bria's desk — a story about a young artist who stopped painting, written with details no stranger should know — her carefully constructed walls begin to crack. Someone inside Caelum Press knows her secret. Someone is watching. At the same time, an inquiry into the Dante Wards Scholarship threatens to expose the past Ryan has spent years burying. Forced together by the threats circling them both, Bria and Ryan discover what they've been hiding from the world — and from themselves. Two people who built the same walls. Two people who recognize the armor because they wear the same kind. The world has already written Bria as the villainess. Ryan has been written as a ghost. But the story isn't over yet — and some stories can be rewritten. The Color of Cold is a slow-burn contemporary romance about art, survival, and what happens when two people who forgot how to feel finally let someone in.