prefix of fiction

The world of Prefix (The world's name is Fix) is a Super-continent planet (The Planet and the Continent are also called Fix) filled with magical degenerates and has no major governments. While this could be the perfect for a fantasy world, someone has gotta prevent anything countries from popping up. Those people are the Defi endorsed/sponsored group known as GATE (Governing Anarchist Team Entente). This story follows GATE member Columbia Washington and his adventure to procrastinate from killing his target. This world is (like I said) full of degenerate A-holes and everyone is an A-hole. Also, we've got some (im)mature jokes, so yeah.

Famous, Strong, Active, Smart, and Gorgeous—was blinded by the beauty of love. Savannah, the perfect angle of and ideal woman—a perfect angel that fails to protect her own identity. Everyone can love, but not everyone will love. Will Savannah find her true love? Will just continue her life without deep affection? let's find out! ___________________________ Language: Tagalog/English

In This World of secrets and mysteries where curses and cursed object can lead one to absolute ruin or an overpowered stride joing Xavion in his quest, with his fate unknown let's all watch his growth

"A tale of star-crossed lovers, where fate weaves a cruel tapestry of longing and despair. Against all odds, their love flourishes, only to be tested by betrayal and tragedy, leaving them to question if love alone can defy destiny."

Perjalanan kematian dan reinkarnasi Suatu hari ayah menggendongku. Wajahnya dipenuhi tawa kebahagiaan. Ia tidak melepaskanku, menciumi seluruh bagian wajahku. Hingga di usia remajaku, ayah masih menggendongku. Kali ini wajahnya nampak lain, begitu banyak kesedihan yang menamparnya. Ia terus melekatkan wajahku di dekat bibirnya yang terdiri dari lantunan doa mustajab. Ia bergegas lari masuk, berteriak ketakutan untuk meminta tolong. Semua suara dan keadaan terasa samar seketika, sebelum akhirnya aku tidak mampu menahan sakitku. Aku hanya mengingat seragam putih dan wajah ayahku terakhir kali.

The priest, a symbol of nobility and sanctity. As warriors fight bravely on the front against the enemy, the priest stands as their strongest support. Whether through effective healing or chanting battle hymns to empower the warriors, a team with high-level priests is always the most powerful. "Arise, my most loyal companion! When others have fallen before the enemy's might, only the priest remains standing. As long as we are here, there is hope for life!" The priest, the most noble and delicate profession. We are the warriors behind the scenes, the heroes in the shadows, the war machines that don't need guns. We are the noble arbiters of victory! But we are not just the ones who stand behind the warriors. Priests can also stand alone, slay dragons, and destroy everything with a snap of our fingers!

I have a dream of flying across the skies on a jet, looking at the setting sun. I longed to fly, like a free bird. But my dream was crushed before I ever had a chance to plan it. As those I cared about vanished. People I'd begun to care about died, leaving me unable to do anything. I have to be strong. Stronger than these monsters. In his right hand, he's wearing a mettalic bracelet. "With this system," Shin reasoned, "it's not impossible." Shin yelled, "I'll show you that a dream should not be hindered!" A massive crater formed. All monsters in the area have been annihilated. Meanwhile, in the distance, a faint shadow can be seen. "You always surprised me, Shin," it said silently. And continued saying, "I continue to pave the way for you in the shadow, my friend." (Note: The narrative is a LitRPG that takes place in the modern world.)

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.