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The world of Althera was heading toward ruin. Yet no one realized it. In a small village, a young man named Ren lived with knowledge he was never meant to possess. He knew the future. He knew the tragedy that would befall the world. And he knew that by the end of the story, nearly everyone would lose something precious. Meanwhile, a young woman named Elaria embarked on a journey to change the fate that had once shattered her life. With unwavering resolve, she sought to save those she had once failed to protect. Elsewhere, a young swordsman named Leon carried wounds from the past that had never truly healed. In search of the meaning behind the strength he wielded, he stepped into a world slowly sinking into darkness. The fate that was meant to follow a single path began to change. Ancient Relics that had slumbered for thousands of years began choosing new bearers. Secrets buried since the First Era gradually came to light. And behind it all, a mysterious man named Alunaris merely watched. One who was never recorded in history. One who was never meant to exist. One who might know the origin of the entire world. As the past, present, and future began to collide, four souls who were never meant to meet would be forced to confront Althera’s greatest truth. That destiny is not something to be followed. But something to be defied. An epic fantasy tale of friendship, loss, hope, and the struggle against a fate already written. Because sometimes... The last hero is not the one who saves the world. But the one who refuses to surrender to it.

*This is a place where we discuss and exchange ideas. This is not a novel* Hey there! Check out this Forum, where we would be discussing your reviews, there would be thoughts for the day, me answering your queries and all about my announcement. This is by which we could improve our interaction. I hope this goes out well and fine and great and ENORMOUS AND TREMENDOUS AND MAGNIFICENT AND.......*phew*... So....shall we start? P.S. Dates in the titles of chapter are in mm/dd/yyyy format

"Manon's dream of becoming a bestselling author just took a sharp turn into a real-life thriller! One minute she's battling writer's block, the next, a mysterious, ornate bracelet gifts her with the power to write words that shimmer into reality. But this magic comes with a price: she's plunged into a dangerous mystery surrounding 'Over the Moon,' a stolen fantasy novel rumored to hold powerful secrets. At a glamorous costume party, a crucial chapter of 'Over the Moon' vanishes, and Manon finds herself kidnapped and left for dead. Waking up with cryptic messages and a pounding headache, she's determined to uncover the truth. But things get even more complicated when a masked blonde stranger keeps appearing, his intentions as unclear as his identity. And to make matters worse, she suspects her secret crush, the aloof Robin, might be connected to the theft. Now, high school isn't just about surviving pop quizzes – it's a race against time to recover the stolen chapter, decipher the cryptic messages, and figure out who she can trust. Can Manon master her newfound powers and unravel the mystery of 'Over the Moon' before her own story ends in tragedy? Or will her dream of becoming a writer become a deadly reality?"

Fourth book of my Desire Series. --- Callum Stride an author of many books but yet to upload any of them is an anti-social but social when needed, high schooler that goes through life, one step at a time. The only friend he has is his best friend Chelsea Martin who always gives him a headache. What Callum doesn’t know is that he’s caught the attention of one of the jocks at school who is silently stalking him. A love that starts online between the author of his favourite book Tales of Lore and Lies and himself. What happens when they find each other? Reviews and comments welcomed. Cover art by: the_nerd.artist On Scribblehub & Inkitt

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THERE are tragic writers who live out in the world they are the Gods tv destined to die again and again tragically forever

Writer: "Hello, there." He said to you—reader. "Don't worry. This whole 4th wall-breaking thingy, won't be the main theme of this novel. I promise" he said winking. "And like your first time, it's gonna end real quick." He said holding his laughter. "Anyways, If you are looking for a novel: full of bad parodies, jokes that don't land quite right, and gore scenes that might make you question the author's sanity. And of course, without forgetting to mention, a bunch of Jojo-like characters, meaning: Hot, and beefy dudes—by the way, I'm one of them.—that will make you question your sexuality, I can assure you that. And all of it covered with cringe; and when I say cringe, I meant it, a lot of it. If you are looking for that, and somehow, wasn't locked up in an asylum yet. Oh, boy! Do I have a novel for you? Oh! I almost forget to say; so I'm gonna say it now, for some reason, the author of this "thing" decided to only introduce me—the main character—in the story later on. So it gonna take some time for your boy here, to show up. But don't worry, I will show up—inevitably, at some point, I think. And one more thing, my name is Writer and the author calls himself Author; so if it gets confusing in the future, blame that uncreative pile of garbage, not me."

"literature is more important than many think"- the head of L.A

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?"