rational fiction

In a world where miracles are taken for granted, Richard Angley refuses to kneel to mystery. Born as the second heir of a baron in a medieval land ruled by wizards and faith, Richard views magic not as divine— but as a science waiting to be understood. Armed with reason, curiosity, and fragments of modern knowledge, he begins rebuilding civilization from the ashes of superstition. From distilling pure alcohol in a forgotten tower to dissecting the anatomy of werewolves, every experiment pushes the limits of what the world believes possible. But when his discoveries threaten the balance of the magical order, ancient powers begin to stir. For in this world, the line between truth and heresy is written in fire—and those who seek understanding often pay with their lives. “They called it sorcery. I called it the scientific method.” A slow-burning epic of knowledge versus belief, logic versus destiny, and the birth of a new magic system forged in the crucible of reason.

In a world where summoned "heroes" slaughter everything in sight to grind levels and chase glory, Alex Winewood is the anomaly that breaks the script[. He doesn't care about the crown. He has zero interest in a holy crusade. He only wanted the Holy Sword because a ceiling exists, and he has a highly logical desire to climb past it. Dragging along a runaway Queen who ran from her paperwork, a dark witch who was taught to hate the world, and a blonde idiot who thinks he’s a chivalrous leader, Alex navigates the treacherous northern wilds with a single goal: absolute, unbothered equilibrium. To the righteous, he is a heartless blasphemer. To the victims, he is a cold, mechanical savior. To the wicked, he is an unpredictable wall of physical force. While the rest of the world judges a person by the labels they wear—labeling them as "pure" humans, "impure" witches, or "feral" demi-humans—Alex looks past the flesh entirely. He sees the quiet truths inside people that they themselves are too blind to recognize. He sees the heavy, festering burden of pain hiding behind a hero's righteous anger; he sees the desperate desire for simple love buried beneath a dark witch's terrifying curse; and he sees the fragile, shaking fear of a crowd that throws stones just to avoid being the ones in the fire. He holds up an objective, brutal mirror to their souls, exposing their delusions with a single, quiet sentence. "We suffer in the mud, expecting heaven to grant us eternal peace. I say we just stop lying to ourselves, and build what we can while we are still breathing"

Rae adalah seorang perawat yang cerdas tapi polos..Dia berteman dengan seorang dokter bernama Can dan Dia menyukai Can..Begitupun Can yang juga menyukai Rae..Tiba-tiba semua berubah saat Lee Joon yang seorang Direktur rumah sakit termuda,lelaki tampan yang juga sahabat Can muncul..Masa lalu mereka membuat intrik sangat menarik dimana Can dan Lee Joon mempunyai masa lalu kelam yang seorang playboy dan sering bermain,dan tidur dengan semua wanita yg diinginkan..mereka sering menyukai wanita yang sama dan sering berbagi..Tapi Bagaimana dengan Rae??apakah mereka juga akan berbagi??? Dan Bagaimanakah reaksi Can ketika Dia mengetahui bahwa Rae tidak Suci dan orang yang melakukannya adalah Joon?? Apakah Joon bersedia untuk berbagi lagi dengan Can???

who is 'Atrate'? A name that, a certain girl gave to herself. Now... who did she mourn for? ...She mourns her own 'thousand deaths'. The story of a normal girl, who received a strange curse.

Rey'Ah est marié avec l'homme de ses rêve et a deux merveilleux enfants. Mais son merveilleux quotidien fut complètement renverser lorsqu'elle s'éveilla et se retrouva dans un monde complètement différent, où sont entourage parlent une langue inconnue, où les coutumes lui sont étrangères et... surtout un corps qui n'est pas le sien. Avec l'aide sa dame de compagnie et la meilleur amie de celle a qui elle emprunte le corps, elle apprend tout ce qu'elle doit savoir. Vivre la vie d'une princesse mal aimée et aux habiletés manquantes est un défi complexe. Mon livre contient assurément beaucoup d'erreur de grammaire/orthographe que l'auto correcteur a échappé. J'en suis profondément désolée ! Je corrigerai au fur à mesure. J'espère sincèrement que mon histoire vous divertira. Au plaisir, Austrel Forge Feu.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

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!"

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.