definition realist fiction

After the death of his grandfather, 19-year-old Kazuya Souma—an aspiring civil servant—is left all alone with no one to call family. Out of the blue, he is transported to the Elfrieden Kingdom, a small ailing country in another world, to be a "hero." An ongoing war with the demon army has put the entire world in peril, and Kazuya was summoned to aid in the conflict as an offering from Elfrieden to its allies. Dissatisfied with being used as tribute, Kazuya decides to help the kingdom revamp its declining economy—not by way of adventuring or war, but through administrative reform. Abruptly declared the King of Elfrieden and betrothed to the princess, the "Realist Hero" Kazuya sets out to assemble a group of talented citizens who will assist him in his bureaucratic battles to get the kingdom back on its feet.

"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]

A Dark comedic action Novel where the Protagonist is a superhero who knows he is inside a novel trying to survive in a world where being a superhero means a death sentence

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

Lost among the stars......Love, Hate, Friendship, Courage...... In the end......only you defined me. ........... The story revolves round three individuals who are struggling between romance and revenge. Can love conquer their hearts or will revenge conquer them. Each choice has its own consequence. The three complete strangers Aaron, Artella and Narein bound by fate... But this fate.. Is it a fated love? or a fated hatred?.......Find out!!!! .......... Follow this romantic thriller.... A journey in discovering oneself in the arms of the one they love.

Sajou Wataru is infatuated with his classmate Natsukawa Aika to the point of him living in daydreams about their mutual love and relationship, relentlessly approaching her at every chance. However, one day, Wataru sobers up, and has to face reality.“There’s no way I’d be a good fit for an unattainable flower like her, right…?”After starting to see reality as it was, Wataru proceeded to keep a certain distance to Aika, which left her in turmoil.“Does he…hate me now…?”Resulting from this misunderstanding is awakening of subconscious feelings that come and go!? Thus begins the romcom of mutual one-sided feelings, plagued by misunderstandings!

In a rotted away castle, Ashta awoke as a Demon King. With his ‘wisdom from a past life’, he would rule over his lands as a thorough ‘realist’. «Demon King, why are you attacking the level 1 Heroes?» «Defeat them before they become stronger. That is called strategy.» «Demon King, why are you sending fake money to the enemy country?» «To bring chaos to their economy so they will self-destruct.» «The werewolf troops have attacked. Should we use silver bullets?» «Not bullets, shoot them with canons.» And like that, Ashta ‘reformed’ the old tendencies. He became a lord who was loved by the people and his subordinates and would go on to be called the most powerful Demon King in history. Hello Dear Readers, I am the author of this story and this novel would be mass released for now so don't miss any of the chapters of this novel. For Donations :- https://www.paypal.me/DevilUnion100

"My justice shattered with a single scream." In the Empire's darkest depths, our revolution was sacred. We believed our sacrifices would be enshrined as noble history. "Please... stop... I'll tell you everything." A single scream, and I became a traitor. Now I understand. It was never my weakness that was the sin. The true evil was the hypocrisy above.

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Dear youth It's ok to feel alone it's oky to be different it's ok not to have what others have it's ok to choose your own way even if it doesn't make sense to others. it's ok to wait it's ok to feel confused it's ok for everything your are going through stay strong,keep chin up soon or letter you will rise. Dear parents just know that life doesn't have a particular formula to apply, make your own way with your kids and please don't compare your kid with other's kids. Dear fellow just because someone has different feelings about something doesn't make them criminal,let others live their life how they chose too. PLEASE WHAT EVER HAPPEN DON'T CHOOSE SUICIDE you have people who love you,they can't bare loosing you. Your life is precious if you can't make it to day one day you will,that's for sure.