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A love story between two boys with dreams and a painful past: One who is carefree and a music lover and the other is an intelligent boy with passion for art but feels trapped in a life determined for him. These two boys started to get along all because of one red guitar string.

A headstrong girls experiences something unexpected on her trip. She meets someone who changes her point of view for life. They create memories together , but suddenly things take serious turns, and both stop contacting each other. What is the reason for staying away from each other? Will they ever end up together? Stay tuned and find answers in," It All Started With That Guitar".

Ang kwentong ito ay tungkol sa isang lalaking uhaw sa musika na nakakilala ng isang musikero. Ang akala niya'y magiging isang simpleng kakilala niya lamang ang dalaga ngunit sa paglipas ng mga panahon, ay unti-unti niyang nalalaman ang nakatago nitong mga sikreto, kasabay ng pagsibol ng nararamdaman niya para rito. Anong gagawin niya sakaling malaman niya na ang babaeng kanyang nakilala ay may malaking parte ng kanyang nakaraan?

(Filipino novel)

The world has fallen into a "low magic" mana storm, with technology paralysed and everything mutated. Humanity teeters on the brink of insanity. She is a cold, pragmatic, lone-wolf archer carrying rusty, iron-studded arrows and riding a worn-out bicycle with a flat tyre. She is desperately trying to survive in this hardcore wasteland. He is a down-on-his-luck poet in a tavern, wearing a faded tailcoat and clutching a broken guitar. He plays the role of a romantic in front of bloodthirsty thugs. Until that night, when she was attacked while stealing tyre-patching glue and he broke the silence with an absurd guitar sonic boom. 'Your guitar is too noisy; it'll attract monsters.' 'My wolf runs very fast. Can you give me a ride?' From bicycle to giant wolf mount, from broken guitar to courtly music. Along the way, they didn't talk about salvation, only protection. They converted a dilapidated bus into a mobile home and encountered twelve extraordinary companions with intertwined fates along the way. When the final demonic tide struck, threatening to wither the world, the twelve companions formed an impregnable fortress. He played the ultimate melody of life from his chariot, using poison to combat divine corruption, while she rode a giant silver wolf and fired a final ray of dawn amidst a volley of wind-swirling arrows. "The world is vast. I ride the wolf; you carry your harp. As long as you play, I will always have arrows.'

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Chu Hexi was only a hunter’s son from Qingshi Town. He had no remarkable spiritual root, no noble bloodline, and no reason to believe the path of immortality would ever open for him. His world was the Qingrang Mountains, his father’s silence, and the hunting knife at his waist. Until the day he fell into a forgotten fissure and touched a broken black stele. From that moment on, he began to sense spiritual energy. Strange dreams came to him in fragments. Ancient words no one could read burned into his fate, and even the Heavenly Dao could no longer calculate his destiny. But the stele was not a blessing without a price. Beyond the floating continents lies the Voidsea. Deep within it sleeps Guixu, the place where all things return. Sects, imperial courts, ancient bloodlines, and hidden powers all move around a secret older than history itself. As Chu Hexi steps into the Taixu Sect and begins his cultivation, he discovers that his rise is not merely a struggle against stronger enemies. It is the first ripple of a causal chain that stretches across past, present, and future. All things return to the Voidsea. But where does Guixu return? To him.

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

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: "..."