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Ao Yu is jolted awake from a nightmare in which he drowns following a fierce argument with the teaching assistant, Wu Feng. To his horror, he realizes the grim details of the dream are manifesting in reality with chilling accuracy. Even more terrifying, no matter how he tries to escape—by stealing a boat, feigning illness, or warning the islanders—the deadly tsunami arrives right on schedule, mercilessly dragging him to his death and plunging him into a new cycle of this hellish loop. During these desperate repetitions, Ao Yu witnesses a series of bizarre and horrifying phenomena: a sinister Soul Banner churning the waves, a bloody murder at the lighthouse, and Loong Grandma's husband being twisted by dark magic into a monstrous shark. Piece by piece, he uncovers the truth: a spy named Umimoto from the Doom-Scorned Kingdom has come to steal the Loong Palace's sacred treasure, the Aqua Pura Vase. The Doom-Scorned Kingdom is using the evil artifact, the Soul Banner, to create a countdown to catastrophe—if Umimoto fails to find the vase, the banner will unleash a sacrificial tsunami. To complete his mission, Umimoto ruthlessly harms the islanders. The secret of the Aqua Pura Vase, astonishingly, is hidden within a seemingly unremarkable rolling pin that bears the "East Sea Loong Scenery" painting. Joining forces with Wu Feng, Granny Bao, and Xiao Yi, Ao Yu races against the relentless time loop. They expose Umimoto's conspiracy, endure the agony of failed attempts to secure the treasure, and suffer the pain of seeing loved ones controlled by dark forces. Ultimately, they activate the true power of the Loong Scenery painting in the kitchen's hearth—opening the long-sealed Loong Gate. Storming into the Loong Palace, Ao Yu and Wu Feng feel their dormant Loong bloodline awaken. Confronting Umimoto, who has seized the Aqua Pura Vase, and facing the Soul Banner's violent backlash, Wu Feng—now awakened as a Loong woman—recites a Heart-Cleansing Incantation under Loong Grandma's guidance. This summons a purifying downpour that shatters the Soul Banner's core and critically wounds Umimoto. Though the tsunami is averted, Umimoto's furious roars as he flees signal that the threat is far from over. In the aftermath, the survivors of White Sand Island finally begin to unravel the ancient secrets buried deep beneath the waves and within their very blood

Reborn in another world as a common blue bird! Follow Lyre, a comical guy, as he climbs from being a nobody to become a slightly stronger nobody, will he be able to get stronger and reach the top? Or am I just messing with you? ....okay, okay, I won't mess with you fine, of course he's getting stronger, why would I care to write about him otherwise New book is out, check out "Ancestor mage" From the creators of "Blood Pulse", "Spies of a Feather" and "infinite status effects" we bring*cough* I bring to you! Another trash nove- I mean, another awesome novel! "Frost Phoenix" ! Image is not mine, if you want it removed please tell me Check out my new novel "Idle System: Cultivation in another world"

Have you ever killed someone? Well it's not fun...eventually the guilt, and the pain of what you did catches up to you, that is if you aren't someone who enjoys it. The name's Camryn, but my friends call me Cam and no one except for my mom and brother know my secret...known what I've done. After that unfortunate night, in a way life had gotten better...happier, almost perfect. But you know what they say...good things don't last long. Who would've thought that in just 10 years...10 ignorantly blissful years I would've been caught up in shit I never knew would escalate; never knew would bring me so much misery, and at the same time...love. And it's all because I was in the right place at the wrong time that brought me to where I am now. Ever since I met her...Persephone.

If we cross paths again in another life, will we become friends or foes? When I am no longer Bai Renshu, the vicious demon condemned to damnation, and when you aren't Wei Zheng, the beloved son of the heavens, will our destinies be intertwined differently? The day our labels of good and evil fade away and become mere memories, will we be able to see each other for who we truly are beyond our predetermined roles? "You and I have been cast as adversaries in this lifetime, but I hope that in another life, we'll have the chance to rewrite our story together. Until that fateful day arrives, I will cling to this hope, this belief that our destinies are not set in stone. And I beg, with all my heart, that you will too." Warning: Contains mature themes

When mythology student Elias Morgan discovers a mysterious book in his university library, he is transported to Aetherion, a realm where all myths begin. There, he awakens as a primordial entity known as the Weaver of Echoes, destined to shape the birth of gods and legends. As he navigates the raw beginnings of Greek myth and encounters ancient forces like Nyx, Gaia, and Logos—the divine embodiment of language—Elias learns that speech itself creates reality. Armed with modern knowledge and the power of the First Word, he begins to write new myths into existence. But a dark force called Nulla, the unmaker of stories, threatens to silence creation forever. Elias must embrace his growing godhood or risk the unraveling of all myths before they begin.

A shy artist, Emma, meets a gentle stranger, Ethan, on a rainy evening. What begins as a small act of kindness grows into a soft, beautiful romance filled with sweet moments, deep conversations, and emotional healing. As they spend more time together, both must face their past fears and insecurities to learn that love can be gentle, safe, and worth fighting for. A warm, sweet, slow-burn love story about two people discovering comfort, trust, and happiness in each other.

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When We Crossed Paths Chelsea Hart thought leaving would be the hardest part. After her parents' painful divorce and years of living in the shadow of heartbreak, she and her mother move to a charming new town in search of a fresh start. Leaving behind her best friend, familiar streets, and the only life she's ever known isn't easy, but Chelsea is determined to make the best of it. Starting over at a new school is terrifying enough. Then she meets Jaden. Jaden Carter is the school's star basketball player—popular, talented, and impossible to ignore. To everyone else, he seems to have everything. But beneath the confident exterior lies a boy carrying burdens of his own, secrets he's spent years hiding, and wounds he refuses to let anyone see. From the moment their paths cross, neither of them can explain the connection between them. What begins as stolen glances and unexpected encounters slowly grows into something neither of them anticipated. But as feelings deepen, old scars, family struggles, jealousy, misunderstandings, and painful truths threaten to tear them apart before they ever get the chance to be together. Sometimes the people who change your life arrive when you least expect them. And sometimes one simple meeting can rewrite your entire story. In a heartfelt tale of first love, healing, friendship, and second chances, Chelsea and Jaden must decide whether the risk of opening their hearts is worth the possibility of finding something real. Because some paths are meant to cross. And some people are meant to stay.

Everyday you meet someone new. Who comes into your life and who is a going to remain a passer by is not something that you control. Lucas has everything that a person needs in life to have a complete life. But what happens when his paths crosses with someone else's and changes everything?

Prologue- Anxiety is a deadly self-aware state, where a person just spirals into a self-sabotaging thought process. And the worst aspect about it- nobody knows. It is a war one fights with oneself, quietly. It cannot be seen. It must not be seen. The world must not know what chaotic thoughts wander in this head; thoughts given birth by that very world. Looking at the board in front of her, Cecily tried her best to get the words written, but all in vain. The professor went ahead with the explanation, and he did stop quite a few times to ask if anybody had doubts, but Cecily just looked around hoping that someone was as lost as she was. She was afraid to stand out, always. Even in crisis, she would rather bear the consequences than stand up for herself. She stared at the board, and the train of thoughts finally left the station. Thought? More like questions! Questions of her worthless existence, questions about her choice of career, questions about her dumb self, and questions she confessed she did not have answers to. For years, she was trying so hard to hide this side of hers. She used to sit with the questions alone and deal with them. Cecily closed her eyes, as she tried to focus on her raging breathing, and calm herself down. ‘No unwanted scene Cecily! No unwanted chaos!’, she thought to herself. But it did not work. She could still feel losing control, something she didn’t like. And then a voice messed up more. “How are you doing guys? Do you understand what prof. Ali is saying?”, the voice was close. Not right next to her, but close. And it was calm, confident, and soothing, almost urging her to give in. Not caring for the world for once, and finally, she let go! She let the world see who she is. A broken being trying so hard to look brand new! She was anything but new. With a gasp, she tapped the table, as the air left her lungs at a frightening rate. She could hear voices around her, but she could not see anything. She gave in to her thoughts, and the voices in her head took over. Threw her around like a ball, laughed, and mocked as she tried hard to do one simple thing- breathe. “Cecily are you okay?”, a voice prominent than all landed in her ears. She recognized it immediately. It was her professor. A tall man with a moustache, a scary-looking man but a humble person. “I am taking her out of here. No one follows. She needs some air!”, he said and helped Cecily out of her seat. Cecily knew it would pass. It had happened many times, enough for her to know that it would pass. An anxiety attack was not something that bothered her. The voices she was used to. They were always there, with or without attack. They were a part of her. But all Cecily could think about was- where did that voice go? Did she scare him? What is she to him now- a freak?