rastapopoulos

When Shivay was born, he already knew who he was. His identity had not been erased by death or rebirth. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, his name, his past, and his purpose remained intact. Yet one truth continued to trouble him—he did not know where he was. Was this the afterlife? Or had he truly been born again? Trapped in the body of a newborn, Shivay could not understand the rules of this existence. The world felt solid, real, and bound by time—nothing like the realms beyond life he remembered. And yet, it was unfamiliar. Too fragile. Too limited. He could think clearly, but he could not act. He could remember, but he could not speak. That was when the question arose within him: Does reincarnation truly exist? Shivay did not believe reincarnation was a simple cycle where souls endlessly returned. If that were true, everyone would remember. Everyone would awaken. But they did not. Most lived and died without ever knowing what came before. So why had he returned? The answer slowly formed within him—not as words, but as certainty. He had been born again because his story was unfinished. This was not a reward. It was not punishment either. His rebirth was a necessity. Something beyond gods, beyond fate, had chosen continuity over ending. Shivay realized that reincarnation was real—but only when existence itself required it. Still, many questions remained unanswered. Why had he been born into this world? Who would help him in this fragile form? And whose help was he meant to give? Shivay sensed that someone, somewhere, was waiting—someone connected to the same imbalance that had pulled him back from death. Their paths would cross not by coincidence, but by purpose. Until then, others would guide him unknowingly, protecting him, raising him, preparing him for the moment when his awareness and strength would align. For now, Shivay could only wait. He would grow. He would observe. And he would endure the silence of childhood. Because one day, when the truth finally revealed itself, Shivay would understand not only why he was reborn—but who he was meant to help, and who would help him in return. Until that day, he remained a king in memory… and a child in the world.

The Story is about the war between The ASTRADHARI and the DEMONS for the mighty BRAHMASHIRASTRA

Para ellos, saltar a la fama ha sido su más grande sueño y están viviendo la vida, llenos de lujos, amor de sus fans y poder. Pero no han conquistado todo aún, el choque de realidad de dos estilos diferentes de vida, harán que se replanteen sus decisiones, el poder que creen tener y lo que desean. Una pequeña historia, de pasión, odio, secretos y drama. JK, Veer, Min, Gust, Jang, Mister y Hi, conocerán las mentiras, el engaño, la manipulación y el deseo.

Zara Amelia seorang gadis kelas 12 SMA yang mempunyai trauma dengan kisah cinta nya. Kisah cinta yang menyakitkan yang bahkan tidak bisa ia lupakan membuat nya menjadi sosok yang tak pandai bergaul dan tak mudah percaya dengan siapapun. Akankah trauma yang dialaminya bisa hilang? Adakah sosok pria yang bisa membantu nya melupakan kisah menyakitkan itu? Kalau kalian penasaran, yuuk simak ceritanya ;)

No alto de uma favela do complexo do alemão em um local pero do teleférico Itararé, uma pequena casa situada exatamente sob os cabos de um teleférico se tornou objeto de cobiça. A casa pertence a Alexandre. O que deveria ser apenas um lugar simples para viver se transforma no centro de uma conspiração silenciosa quando um grupo de famílias envolvidas com crime decide que aquele imóvel é valioso demais para permanecer nas mãos dele. Liderados por um homem chamado Borrelia, um criminoso que construiu uma reputação violenta dentro da comunidade, eles montam uma rede clandestina de vigilância. Casas vizinhas viram pontos de observação. Câmeras aparecem nos becos. Celulares circulam mostrando imagens de ruas e escadas. Mas Borrelia e seus aliados não trabalham sozinhos. Por trás deles existe uma rede maior — homens que se apresentam como seguranças ou detetives particulares, mas que parecem ter conexões com políticos, policiais e empresários. Esses líderes invisíveis enviam ordens. E cada ordem tem o mesmo objetivo: Transformar a vida de Alexandre em um inferno. Boatos são espalhados. Intimidações começam a acontecer nas ruas. Pequenas invasões silenciosas deixam sinais perturbadores dentro de sua casa. Enquanto isso, um sistema estranho começa a enviar mensagens automáticas para a rede de vigilância — alertas sobre os movimentos e reações de Alexandre que nem mesmo os criminosos conseguem explicar completamente. Naquela favela, todos estão observando alguém. E alguns sobrevivem se alimentando do medo dos outros. Eles vivem como parasitas.

Puisi-puisiku yang pertama kali kutulis. Rekam jejak bagaimana aku bisa menjadi seorang penulis. Tentang cinta, ketulusan, ketidak-pedulian dengan apa kata orang-orang ; yang terpenting duniaku tenang. Dimulai dari tahap pertemuan, mencintai diam-diam, sampai pada tahap mengikhlaskan, kini (aku dan perasaanku) telah abadi dalam puisi. || Hiatus sementara, sedang merangkai puisi menjadi cerita.

asya Arzila Samuel. Seorang cewek manis berkulit putih yang memiliki tubuh ideal. Namun tak disangka, Rasya adalah seorang bad girl yang sering masuk BK meski notabene nya siswa baru. Tiada hari tanpa keusilan nya. sampai ia tak sengaja menabrak cowok super dingin yang bergelar most wanted. Karna penasaran, Rasya pum mencari tau tentang cowok itu. mampukah Rasya menaklukan hati beku cowok tersebut?

TRASH

Alhamdulillah

A 34 year old, down-on-his-luck nobody with trash abilities suddenly gains a magical system. What? It turned him into an all-powerful, unbeatable protagonist? No, you're thinking of another novel. This one returns him to his childhood, and, while declaring itself the "All-Powerful Godly System", only gives him trash abilities. - This is my first novel, and something I'm just gonna release whenever I have time. Don't get your hopes up, but feel free to comment on what you want to see happen. Basically, in this world, everyone has a system. Why not? Let's be meta. Edeldrache