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(lowercase intended) "i still remember the look on your face," "when i told you," "i loved you." a short series in which Aera writes letters to the Oliver she once knew. C O M P L E T E D B I T T E R S W E E T E N D I N G

Humans have discovered that dimensional planes with alternate realities exist. More and more realities are being discovered everyday and multiple problems the human race has been faced with are being solved by the new resources and discoveries. Those who do go to new dimensions are called “divers”. Large cooperations have been built with the aim of finding more and more resources that benefit humans using what they see as expendable lives. Poor, disabled, and disadvantaged people are tricked into or even forced into being divers and earn barely enough to keep food on the table. After many explorations and developments of dimensions there are now even schools dedicated to becoming a diver and going there is practically a ticket to being famous and successful. The most successful divers make hundreds of millions a year from the companies benefiting from them and often discover miraculous things. The mc lost her parents to the greed of others and wants nothing more than to destroy this cruel system of exploitation.

The gods are eating us. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Literally. Every soul that dies passes through seven divine toll booths, and at each one, the Thrones take a piece—the part that remembers, the part that matters—before letting the rest continue to rebirth. They've been doing this for eight thousand years. The math doesn't lie. The ledgers don't balance. And Cael Morrow, gutter-raised pattern-seer with too many knives and not enough impulse control, just found the receipts. Now he's on the run. Died once already—came back because his wife Veraine pulled him through death when they were twelve and apparently that creates a permanent cosmic leash. The Ember, god of passion, tasted his soul and wants seconds. The other Thrones want him silenced. And somewhere in the crawlspaces between realities, a rebellion is forming out of smugglers and abandoned children and a three-hundred-year-old double agent who's been waiting for exactly this moment. Seven books. Seven thefts. One heretic who can't stay dead trying to figure out how to unmake heaven without breaking everything else in the process. The catch: the gods aren't evil. They're scared. They broke the wheel when they built their Thrones, and the wound at the bottom of existence—the Gnaw—has been spreading ever since. They keep feeding because they don't know how to stop. Because stopping might kill them. Because eight thousand years of consumption has made them need it the way fire needs fuel. Cael doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to give the universe a choice. Open the wheel. Remove the toll booths. Let souls decide for themselves: return, remain, dissolve, transcend. Death as a door instead of a funnel. But someone has to become that door. Someone has to stand in the threshold forever. He thinks it should be him. Veraine has other ideas.

Flynn is a Sensual Demon who feeds on the erotic desires of others. In Las Vegas, there’s a lot of naughtiness to be found. Yet, with his appetite easily fulfilled, Flynn finds himself hungering for the touch of his forbidden lover. After all, it’s Christmas, and it’s been far too long since he last crossed paths with Samuel.<br><br>What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is mutual. As an angel, Samuel’s existence is jeopardized with every trip he makes to Vegas. Angels aren’t allowed within the city limits. But he can’t stay away from Flynn any longer. He needs that little taste of darkness.<br><br>Little does Flynn know Samuel has a kinky scavenger hunt in store for him.

Haunted by hallucinations that blur reality into nightmare, Annah becomes the only witness,and the only suspect,in a series of inexplicable deaths. From the preacher who silenced her mother, to the man who betrayed her, each victim pulls her deeper into a world where voices whisper, shadows follow, and Lucy’s disappearance remains the wound she cannot escape. Detective Stella Njoroge sees Annah as a puzzle...fragile, brilliant, and dangerous. The deeper Stella digs, the more she finds threads connecting Annah to every crime…and to Dr. Kariuki, whose calm smile hides a far darker truth. As Annah’s mind spirals toward the final confession, she must confront the one memory she has buried so deeply it threatens to destroy her: what really happened to Lucy Mumo. Is Annah confessing to crimes she committed? Or is she unveiling a monster hidden behind a doctor’s coat?

"KRRRRRR-CHAKKKKK!!!" That sound... like a sack of meat being squeezed between grinding machines and bones being crushed slowly. Colin's body was ripped in half from the waist up, his intestines gushing out like disgusting pink ropes. The rest of the body was thrown into the air-against the cave wall-and hung bleeding like meat that the butcher failed to hang. Her scream was incomplete. Only the sound of "Agh-GUUHHKKKK!!" turned into a torrent of blood. The creature stepped forward, tearing into its next victim again, its voice now turning into a foul mutter full of rage, like living flesh laughing and crying at the same time. "HHHHUHUHHHH... HRRRRRGHGGGHH... NNNNRRRRRRAUUUK HHH-!!!"

Link war der beste Erzmagier auf dem gesamten Server. Er hatte gerade den stärksten Boss, den Herrn der Tiefe, Nozama, mit seiner Gruppe besiegt. Aber anstatt in die Stadt zurückzukehren, wurde er an einen geheimen Ort mit pixeliger CG transportiert. Es fühlte sich irgendwie wie ein Vakuum an, und darin erklang eine glorreiche und befehlende Stimme, die sich selbst als Gott des Lichts bezeichnet. "Link, wärst du bereit, der Retter zu sein, der die Welt von Firuman aus dem wirbelnden Abgrund herauszieht?" Was für eine große Mission! Wenn es in der realen Welt wäre, hätte Link sie sofort abgelehnt. Aber im Spiel war er darauf versessen, der Held zu sein. "Nur her damit!" antwortete Link selbstbewusst. "Dann viel Glück." Und so beginnt Links Reise voller Magie, Freundschaft, Verrat, Liebe und Verzweiflung in der sich ständig verändernden Welt von Firuman.

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?