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A little guide to Webnovel, full of numbers and statistics that are beneficial for writers and readers who wish to support their readers. See this as a way for you to communicate with me. If ever I have enough readers, I will make a discord channel for you all to bash me.

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“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.” ― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

This is the real world, not a book or a movie neither your fantasies, this is the real world where falling in love is a tragedy. Existing is not a choice. Religion is not an option, neither is love or fate. There are no star signs just a river that flows and whom you meet on your row either leads you down a waterfall or to an ocean of unknown. I fell for a girl, she fell for me, and never would I have thought that a waterfall is a safer option than a sea of unknown.

Here's a collection of my poems. Hope you enjoy it, guys ^-^

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In the dusty, lawless village of Bhairavpur, a baby bit through his own umbilical cord and crawled out of his dead mother’s body. They named him Younas — "pillar of light" — but the village renamed him Bhutta — monster, death, destruction. He wasn't raised by love. He was raised by hunger, violence, and silence. At 10, he spilled his first blood. Not to save. But to own. He speaks less, kills more. If he wants something, he takes it. Woman or land, blood or power — it’s his by right. Wearing only black lungi and kameez, barefoot and unbent, Bhutta walks like a curse. The poor fear him. The powerful underestimate him. But Bhutta? Bhutta is building an empire — one corpse at a time. He doesn’t care for religion, caste, or country. Only three things move him: Lust. Power. Blood. --- ⚠️ Warning: This is not a hero's story. This is the making of a legend feared across states. A necessary evil. A desi devil. A name whispered in hate — and awe.

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!