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Novel ini menceritakan tentang sepasang Insan yang menjalin kasih bernama Yogi  dan Neti. Mereka adalah sepasang kekasih yang telah lama menjalin kasih, namun pada hubungan mereka yang memasuki ke-2 tahun harus selesai. Hubungan mereka yang awalnya baik baik saja harus usai. Semua berawal dari Yogi yang terlambat menemui Neti pada sore itu, bertepatan dengan hari ulang tahun Neti dan hari jadi hubungan mereka. Neti adalah gadis yang sangat mengingat moment apapun dan hampir merayakan semuanya. Baginya merayakan hari jadi tiap bulan selama satu tahun pertama adalah cara untuk menguatkan fondasi hubungan mereka dan sebagai penentuan hubungan sepasang kekasih. Dan sejujurnya Yogi memang tidak begitu suka mengingat hal seperti itu. Bagi Yogi, mengingat tanggal jadian tidak akan membuat cinta semakin merekat. Karena cinta bukan dihitung dengan hari, malainkan untuk dijalani sepenuh hati.

Courage is graceful pressure. If one is courageous enough to try , he/she can do anything. So, the thing that started just with curiosity, changed her life . She became successful but within one night everything crumbled. She was falsely accused and was ripped of her title . So, will she rise again ? will she start everything from 0 ? or will she give up and live quite life ? NO . She will come again and fight back not becoz of revenge but to live respectfully. She won't give up . So, wait and READ, to know what will happen .

Ichinomiya Shingo, a 25-year-old man working at a firm company, while thinking of tomorrow's busy working day, goes to sleep. However, when he woke up, he found himself in a room unknown to him and realized that he is inside a 6-years-old body, taking over his body and mind. He soon learns from the memories of the boy that the boy was born as the youngest child of a poor noble family living in a back-country. Having no administrative skills, he can't do anything to manage the vast land his family has. Fortunately, he is blessed with a very rare talent, the talent of magic. Unfortunately, while his talent could bring prosperity to his family, in his situation it only brought disaster. This is the story of the boy, Wendelin von Benno Baumeister, opening his own path in a harsh world. P. S - This novel is not mine I'm just re-uploading it after translating (the original work is in Japanese). All copyright is subjected to the author of this novel. In no way I'm responsible for it.

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.

Leo is a vampire, he wanted to try a simple, carefree human life, he likes to sleep around with any handsome man he can find during his 'cock hunt' as he likes to call it. His carefree life got complicated after a one night stand, when he caught the attention of a strong, rich and handsome man, who decided to make Leo his, and started his own hunt for Leo, which caused Leo's life (not just his ass) to become sore. The game of a mouse and a cat started. [WARNING]: This story may contain: BDSM graphic scenes of violence and abuse detailed sexual scenes (manxman) threesome (manxmanxman) foursome (manxmanxmanxman) mature content strong language smut Please consider supporting me by buying me a coffee at: https://ko-fi.com/blackyrose The original photo which is used for the cover is not mine.

Mark struggles with autism. As he grows older, he blames himself for the cracks in his relationships. The walls of his life begin crumbling down, crushing him. Sean struggles to be seen. As he grows older, he becomes busier and busier trying to balance his life. The weight on his shoulders begins to press down, crushing him. As their lives intertwine, can they save each other from suffocating?

High school student Jane Doe was assigned a school project that leads her to call a distant relative, Dr. Anthony Borres. What begins as a simple interview quickly becomes complicated when he recalls a French girl who intruded into his private life. With only fragments of the story to share, Jane is directed to Dr. Kimberly Morales, where the full picture slowly unfolds. Through these memories, Jane encounters a tale of fleeting love, quiet heartbreak, and the small choices that can shape lives in ways no one anticipates. — Credits to the rightful owner of the image used in the book cover.

It is a story about the consequences of the sudden rise of atmospheric pressure. Due to the man made mistake. it's affects in human health, flora, fauna, insects, weather, surroundings, technological change, culture and in modern society. But, Is it a disaster or a blessing? Is it an accident or a plan? if Is it's plan? Then what's the purpose of a plan. highly recommen you to use audio format come and experience my fantasy sci-fi world.

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."